Have You Found Jesus?

Wow. I just had a what if. What if Jesus was put in a cave when he died that looked just like all the other caves in the neighborhood, you know, like a pink trailer in a trailer park. And what if they came back the next day and forgot which one was his. So they found one where the stone was rolled aside and said, "Woah! Dude!" Or the ancient equivilent. Only they never really found Christ, but that's a different story.

And here's Jesus. He's still in his tomb. He's pounding on this solid rock wall that's like 8 feet thick, saying, "A little help, please?" Or whatever. Because, after all, he's still one of us and he can't use all of his gnarlly super powers. And here's the kicker. What if he's still there? You know, settled into a rountine. Throws rocks against the wall from 1:00 to 2:00. Knocks for help from 2:00 ato 3:00, and again from 5:00 to 6:00 and 7:00 to 11:00 (a.m. and p.m being perfectly pointless in total darkness). And he spends the rest of the time in thoughtful prayer, mostly to the tune of "What the hell?"

Now there would be an archeological find.

But do you suppose, if that were true, that Jesus would give a damn anymore?