Jesus biscuits

A woman came to the door the other day with a food hamper in her hand. She told me it was mine and she smiled as she handed it to me. Confused, I waited for her to tell me where I'd won it, and why, but she didn't, she just smiled as I looked from hamper to her, from her back to hamper. "It's your gift," she told me, "from Jesus."

I made polite noise, declined the hamper and she left. But if Jesus had put better biscuits in the hamper, I might have been converted.

Comments

Steve said…
When you say biscuits, do you mean communion wafers?
7:17 PM
Steve said…
I bet if there were biscuits in the hamper they'd be "nice".
7:18 PM
KAZ said…
If Jesus were that good he wouldn't need to give free biscuits. Would he?
9:22 PM
Dave McClelland said…
reminded me of this....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-NOZU2iPA8
9:17 AM
Glenda Young said…
Steve: No, they were sub-standard wafers, without even chocolate on them!

Kaz: You're spot on. And the tin of sweetcorn was a tiny one too.

David: Wonderful, truly brilliant.
6:02 PM
Anonymous said…
Not sure I'd ever decline biscuits whoever sent them.
Wonder if Jesus can send twiglets?
1:42 PM
diane s said…
How funny/weird!

Someone came to my door the other week and said "Hi, I just wondered if you might be interested in our magazines?" I love magazines so I was like, "yay, magazines!"

And I looked and it was The Watchtower. Gah.
8:47 AM
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