No. J2K1-185

First, let's reach into the sacred mailbag, which, for reasons I cannot explain, smells faintly of the stale graham crackers and Mott's apple juice they used to give us at First United Methodist Church in Pasadena after Sunday school. Hey look. There's something from Jose, a jtw Disciple from Brooklyn who claims that Jesus 15 looks like "Manson on a bad day," Jesus 1 looks like Nick from Family Ties (Mallory's boyfriend), and Jesus 4 tends toward Chris Cornell from rock's Soundgarden. Right on, Jose! He is in all of us! Amen! May the God in the portrait you most admire bless you.

Okay, on to the Jesus at hand. I remember when the older kids at church performed Godspell back in the '70s (thank you, Jesus, for allowing me to be too young to participate in that production. And in Vietnam, too). Since then, of course, I've come to appreciate a number of awful things from that era, such as this righteous plaster Son O' God. This thing's a real work of art. You can just see this Fellow hanging on the office wall of some pot-smoking priest in bell-bottoms and a peace-sign necklace, right next to the cute, cruel "Hang In There Baby" poster of the terrorized kitten clutching a branch. I'm sure you can see that. I can.

This ultra-contemporary Redeemer was made by the Modern Art Company in modern, artistic Milwaukee, Wisconsin, but I found Him at the Disabled American Veteran's thrift store in Tempe, Arizona. The one by Taco Bell, where some bitch nearly rear-ended me on the way out of the parking lot.