— Have you found Jesus yet, Gump?
— I didn't know I was supposed to be looking for him, sir.
Don't pin this on Christ, he's got enough nails in him.
And did you know that baby Jesus grew up to be... Jesus? [Crowd murmurs] Yeah. Weird, isn't it?
— Whenever and wherever I've seen Christ, He always looks so sad. I've never seen Him smiling. Why is that?
— I'll tell you. He is unhappy because... His children, the people of the world are sad.
— Does my sadness make Him feel sad?
— Of course. Because He loves you.
— I won't be sad. I'll make Him laugh.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A reguiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But hurriedly they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
They stripped him of his canvas clothes,
And gave him to the flies;
They mocked the swollen purple throat
And the stark and staring eyes:
And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud
In which their convict lies.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his dishonored grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
We should live our lives as though Christ were coming this afternoon.