Jesus let me hold on to him for awhile longer as I sobbed into his shirt. It was for 10 minutes, then I finally calmed myself and was able to look into his eyes. "You're God?"
He nodded.
"Why would you want a screw up like me?"
He smiled. "I don't see any screw up."
"I don't know the fist thing about religion."
"Good," said Jesus.
I stared in confusion.
"Maxwell, Christianity is a relationship with God. Prayer is a way of communication with God. The Bible is a way to know God. All to better your relationship with God. I'm not a huge fan of religion. In fact, I got in trouble a lot for that. Just ask the Pharisees." He winked.
I stared.
He sighed in disappointment. "One day you'll understand that joke. Just not now. For right now, we're going to Denny's."
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The Chapel
General FictionMaxwell, a teenager in a world of hurt, discovers that something greater is taking place than what meets the eye in his own homelife, school, and neighborhood. He and his new friends team up with a stranger to fix up the old Chapel building near his...
