Christ came into my room and stood there
And I was bored to death.
I had work to do.
I wouldn't have minded if he'd been crippled or something
- I do well with cripples -
but he just stood there, all face
and with that damned guitar.
I didn't ask him to sit down;
He'd have stayed all day.
Let's be honest. You can be crucified just so often -
Then you've had it.
I mean you're useless; no good to God,
Let alone to anybody else.
So I said to him after a while,
Well, what's up? What do you want?
And he laughed, stupid,
Said he was just passing by
And thought he'd say hello.
Great, I said, Hello
So he left.
And I was so damned mad
I couldn't even listen to the radio. I went
And got some coffee.
The trouble with Christ is
He always comes at the wrong time.
--John L'Heureux, quoted in Monk Habits for Ordinary People: Benedictine Spirituality for Protestants by Dennis Ockholm
