Uh, oh. Here come all the ‘baby Jesus’ references.

My Jesus isn’t a baby anymore.

Met a new client’s employee at his office in New Jersey.

As I walked through the door, there stood a man with his arms stretched out to each side and his head laying on his chest.

I thought, “Weird.”

He said, in a very thick Jersey accent, “Hey, guess who I am.”

I said, “I have no idea.’

He says, “Ah, come on. Guess.”

“Haven’t a clue.”

“I’m Jesus, you know, on the cross.”

“Oh,” I said, “My Jesus isn’t on the cross.”

My Jesus isn’t in a manger anymore, either.

“His eyes are like burning fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him, which no one but himself knows. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven, dressed in fine linen, white and clean, were following him on white horses. Out of the rider’s mouth comes a sharp sword that he will use to defeat the nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron. He will crush out the wine in the winepress of the terrible anger of God the Almighty. On his robe and on his upper leg was written this name: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.” – Revelation 19:12-16

Baby. Check.
Carpenter. Check.
Miracle worker. Check.
Sacraficial Lamb. Check.
Risen from the dead. Check.

King of all kings, Lord of all lords, President of all presidents.

Coming soon…