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According to the prophecies gleaned from DHL, Jesus should arrive on my doorstep sometime today. I wish I’d repainted the awnings.

Actually, it’s not the Jesus, just a plastic replica. More specifically, it’s a Jesus action figure that I wrote about a couple weeks ago. My wife thinks I’m nuts for ordering one. I responded by asserting my rights as an mature adult to use my discretionary income for any safe and prudent purpose. And I blamed Lynn for giving me the original link.

Of course, most American companies are more interested in profits than prophets, so I’m not banking on this arrival. I’ll keep you posted!