I Have Found Jesus...

Well, I've found his picture anyway...

Apparently when you get placed by a university to observe area teachers teach...they assign you to the places they believe will fit you the best...

They put me...however...in a Private...Catholic...High School...

I'll pause while those of you who know my history with private schools collect themselves...

Done?...

I am what most people consider a "pot stirrer"...

I've had instances in my life when church hasn't given me good enough answers..."Because I said so"...has never worked well for me...

And as an open-minded, right to choose, type of person...church makes me a little angry at times...

So as I walked in to the school through a doorway with the Virgin Mary above it...seriuosly lovely alabaster statue...I was greeted by Jesus...

About ten Jesuses in fact...all piousley hanging on the walls of the school...

Now, don't get me wrong...I love Jesus...But when He's depeicted in the old, sad baroque style with all their gilded frames and dark colors...I kind of get the impression that the paintings are watching me...

Now I don't mind Jesus watching over me...but watching me from a golden frame at 8 in the morning...is a bit disconcerning...

Now multiply that painting by ten and you might get what I mean...

It's downright creepy...and it doesn't matter who's in the painting...their eyes follow you...

Maybe that's what they're supposed to do to remid you that God is always watching...

But does he have to watch you from a gold frame and look so depressed when he does it...

Why can't the paintings of Jesus be happy to see you...instead of freeking you out?

Especially at 8 in the morning when the last thing you need is some guy disapproving of you before you even get out of the hall...