I’m 6′ tall.  You need to know this as part of the set up.

So, I was watching a documentary on The Shroud of Turin on PBS a night or two ago.  Which, by the way, was incredible facinating.  To see the lengths that science has gone through to prove that it truely was or was not the shroud that they wrapped Jesus’ body in after his death and burial in the tomb was very interesting.  Most of there findings pointed at it actually being Jesus… ie. a crucified man, markings matching the cat of nine tails lacerations, blood marks from something pointy being jabbed into the mans head, holes in his wrists and feet, and so on.  One of the curious facts that stuck out to me was that from the shroud they deduce the man was 5’11”.  Now my mind wonders sometimes, and at this particular point it took a stroll.  My first thought was “huh, I’m taller than Jesus.” and as fast as a mind can fire it went on to my next thought.  I have died, gone to heaven, am standing in front of Jesus, mouth hanging open in awe, and these words come out of my mouth…

“I thought you’d be taller.”

(reality starting to come back) “Wow, what did I just say”…

At this point my lunacy gave way to lucidity, and I laughed at the obsurdity of the statement that I had just made to the King of Kings.  I am a goober, and probably will be till the end of my days.  But I can tell you this, at the end, if I am anywhere near capabable of coherent speach in my awe struck state, those deifnately won’t be the words coming out of my mouth.

Hopefully my tell has brought a chuckle or two to your belly, or at the minimum a giggle.  Till next time.

-Will

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