I saw Jesus in the tomb today. (I thought it would be empty, but it wasn’t.)
I saw Jesus in the morgue today, lying on a slab in an unzipped body bag.
I saw Jesus in the ICU, on a ventilator, gasping for air.
I saw Jesus in a corridor, writhing on a gurney as it rolled past.
I saw Jesus in a line, six feet behind the next person, waiting to be tested.
I saw Jesus in the ER, wearing a mask, a swab stick between his gloved fingers.
I saw Jesus in a ward, scrubbing door knobs, sponging counters, and scouring bedpans.
I saw Jesus in a tent, stooping over a cot, mopping a fevered brow.
I saw Jesus in a grocery store, restocking shelves with bread (and wine).
I saw Jesus in a laboratory, running vaccine trials with a team of scientists.
I saw Jesus in a synagogue, alone, weeping, a prayer shawl draped over his shoulders.
I saw Jesus at home, reading Winnie the Pooh to children online. (For such is the kingdom of heaven!)
I saw Jesus sitting on a porch, in a swing, wearing earbuds, rocking back and forth, smiling ear to ear. A baby slept on his lap.
I saw Jesus in a garden, kneeling, weeding, and humming an Easter hymn. I think it was “Thine Is the Glory,” but it could have been “Here Comes the Sun.” (I saw three earthworms wiggling in his soiled hand.)
A kitten crept by slowly, softly, stalking a butterfly.
A bunny hopped by.
A robin sang.
See Paula’s photograph (Sunrise Death Valley 2020) on the home page.