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.