I thought, if these people can find Jesus in their Cheetos, why can't I find Him in my food? I am one of His creatures, yes? How come I never saw the Messiah in my snacks? I set out on a quest: I would seek Him out wherever He is hiding and when I found Him, I would go forth into the street and reveal Him to the world.
I began my search in the fridge.
No Jesus in my pizza. Is it just me, or do the grease spots form a halo? Next, I looked in a bag of chips.
No Redeemer, but there is one in there that kind of looks like Mr. Bill.
Was there a Savior in the salsa? No. I expanded my search to the pantry.
Mmmm...Nutella. Food of the gods if ever there was one. But no Son of God. Finally, I reached the limit of my quest. I was certain I would find some kind of truth in my cereal bowl.
Alas, it continued to elude me. Perhaps I am not meant to find it. Perhaps I am not worthy to know the truth. I must strive to improve myself so that I may be counted among the true believers. Only then will the secrets of the universe reveal themselves to me.
Unless I eat them first.
FYI: You cannot search for Jesus in your food...if HE finds you worthy of his presence, HE will find you.
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