”I Don’t Believe In Angels”

Helen was going through hell. Her husband had left her, she lost her job and she was diagnosed with cancer.

“Dear God,” Helen cried out. “Please help me!”

That night, in the silence of her bedroom, an Angel appeared in a white flowing gown. “I’ve come to help you,” she told Helen.

“I don’t believe in Angels,” Helen whispered. “You’re not real, You’re a figment of my imagination.”

A Conversation With Jesus

I knew Jesus instantly. I recently met him as he cleaned up litter in a local park.”It is great to see you again,” I told him. “What’s troubling you my son,” he replied.

In God's Image

"I was made in God's image," I told my friend William. "God looks like me. He's white, blue eyed and has gray hair."

"God can't look like you," William replied. "He looks like me. He's black, brown eyed and has curly black hair."

We weren't sure how to resolve this when our friend Patty joined us. "He looks like me," she said.

"He can't," we replied. "You're a woman." "Then who do I look like," she asked. "I'm better looking than you guys. Does this mean I'm better looking than God?"

Jessica Christ

Christians had waited more than 2,000 years for the second coming of Jesus. But when the Lord recently came again, they were stunned.

For it was not Jesus but Jessica Christ, as God has a daughter as well as a son.

“This can’t be,” the men said.. “Men are always in charge. Even God is a man.”

The 2nd Coming Of Jesus

I saw him right in front of me, silently picking up litter.

He had long brown hair tied in a pony tail, copper colored skin and dark eyes. He wore old khaki green pants, a plaid red shirt and faded white athletic shoes.

He was about 5-feet, 6-inches tall and trim.

“Who are you,” I asked. “I’m Jesus,” he said softly, as he smiled.