“If it makes them pray, that’s OK,”
said Rev. Father John Straathof, of
MilknHoney was in a bad place about to cast herself into the sea when something brushed her foot. Driftwood. “With the face of Jesus starring at me.” Now her life is fine “and i wish upon whom every is to win this will have the same fortune I did.”
Starting bid, $15. It didn’t sell.
But other items have, of course -- the $28,000 grilled cheese sandwich the off-shore casino bought for publicity, the sandwich nibbled, Our Lady’s face discovered, all of it wrapped in cotton, kept in plastic. And it never molded. Miraculous. It brought the owner luck, frequent wins at the casino, not to mention fame and twenty eight thousand dollars on Ebay.
If I were
Mother Theresa’s image -- and I am not – I think I really would inhabit that
Dorito. If I were Mary I would peek out of the knots of the pine ceiling of
Joey B.’s bedroom in
If I were
the baby Jesus I might skip the Pizza Hutt billboard in
God bless the human brain for the hardwiring that sees the face everywhere. All our holy ones can not be ignored in these most homey human places.