It is always incredibly
exciting and
amusing when someone says this to me or I say it to myself.
"Look!" my companion says. "That twig looks like
Jesus!" I look down at it, examine it. I pick it up and gaze at it intently. "
Lordy," say I, "It does look like
Jesus!"
I was reading a
comic book one time. I think it was some issue of
Ghost Rider.
Ghost Rider, who is this
badass antihero who has a
flaming skull for a head, is fighting some horrible
monster, and getting thrashed badly. Suddenly, some stranger comes out of the crowd that has gathered around their battle and saves
Ghost Rider's life. "Man," I say to myself, "That stranger looks like
Jesus!" (And, in fact, I do believe it was
Jesus, however it was never explicated)
Now, I'm an
agnostic (and formerly a
reformed Jew), and therefore I am by no means a
Jesus freak. However, this has also happened with
trees, people I've met on the street, puddles of
water, and the like. It is a very odd phenomenon. Is it because the image of
Jesus is burnt so terribly deeply into our
subconscious, we just began to associate images and objects with
Jesus at random?
Or is it just that an alarming number of things look a lot like
Jesus?