Jesus And Me

Sunday Morning and Jesus and I was in the backyard of the church listening to my father ‘s sermon about unless you let Jesus into you then you wouldn’t be accepted in heaven when the Rapture came. “And my good god fearing people I’m telling you that any which way you can you need to get Jesus into you!” Dad had a slight speech problem and for a moment I swore I heard him say “Jesus into you!”

Of course Jesus drove my mistake home “See Julie even your father said that I should be inside you!”

“That’s not what he meant Jesus and you know it!” I know I have been called intellectually slow, so I tried to make Jesus understand who dad was talking about! “See Jesus dad was talking about Jesus!, you know, J-E-S-U-S our savior!”

“And that is how I spell my name too Julie, J-E-S-U-S and I want to save you and take you to heaven!”

My answer to him proved how slow I could be “I didn’t know that Jesus was a Latino!”

“Oh he was Julie and trust me all Latinos named after him have the ability to take girls to heaven no questions asked!” Before I could say anything he took me by the hand, walking me towards his low rider. Like the gentleman I knew him to be, he opened the back door and helped me into the back seat, his hand on my ass cheek as I moved over to the far side so he could sit beside me.

Once Jesus was in with me, he pulled me tight to him, twisting my chest and head to him. I could read in his eyes that we were going to kiss. We have been going together for over a month now but this was the first time that I didn’t feel right being with him. Don’t get me wrong Jesus was a great guy but we were alone in the backseat of his car in the parking lot of my father’s church, what if we got caught.

Jesus this isn’t right can we go somewhere where we are less likely to get caught?” He didn’t reply, just let me go and squeezed himself between the front seats and the gear shifter and drove like a bat out of hell to what others in my father’s congregation called the poor side of town! Though if they saw Jesus’s place they wouldn’t consider it poor. He drove us into a garage big enough to hold two cars, had a door that led right into the house and in no time we were in his bedroom shedding clothing