Back when I was young and weird I saw a Jesus bobblehead figurine. I bought it cause I thought it was cool. As I aged I started to think it was blasphemous, but how do you throw away Jesus? So I hid him in a box. My son found him and now they are best friends.
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Other misadventures include the time Jesus ate spaghetti with us and ended up with sauce all over his plastic feet. My son brought him to me to wash Jesus’ feet and... man, was that a surreal moment.
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Once my son was playing with Jesus and his sister kept trying to take him so he’d yell, “No! Jesus!” He gave Jesus to me expecting me to keep him away from her and I was like... “Man, I can’t do this.”
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I guess the moral of all this is that, if you open your heart and invite Him into your life, the Holy Spirit can use anything to make His presence felt. Even something so stupid as a plastic figurine bought in a novelty shop.
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