Finding Jesus by Lynne Cheson
July fourth weekend started with me being bored and in need of some entertainment. It could have turned out to be one drearier weekend in my life–except for one thing. I found Jesus. Big deal you might say. People are finding Jesus everyday. Mine was a little different than most, though. You see I found Jesus in a Kmart parking lot in Closter, New Jersey.
Maybe this needs some more explanation. You see, I was all alone. My twenty-one year old daughter, Alexi was spending three days of sun, fun and beach time at the Hamptons, while my eldest daughter, Nicole was at a swimming pool at the local JCC with her husband and their two children, my grandchildren–Aidan and Sophia. I felt myself sinking into a depression and knew I had to snap out of it quickly. In a short while I came up with an excuse to get me out of the house. My day became a search for lawn furniture cushions. Kmart was the closest store in my area that might have what I wanted.
I grabbed my keys, went into my car and drove less than ten miles to my destination. I was surprised to see that the parking lot was more than half full for a holiday weekend. It was a sunny bright day after all. I found a parking spot as close as I could to the stores entrance, then jumped out of the car with a mission. After I walked a few feet towards the welcoming doors a glint on the parking lot macadam hit my eyes. I stopped, looked at the tiny sparkle in the giant parking lot and swooped down for a better view. Sure enough there was something shiny on the gritty tar streaked ground. I picked it up and took an even closer look. It was a figure. I adjusted my eyeglasses and immediately identified the object. It was a teeny, tiny golden Jesus. Less than an inch long and if you counted the outstretched arms a little less than three quarters of an inch wide. He was some type of tinny metal, very bendable and paper thin–he had a lot of sparkle though. I placed him in the palm of my hand and quickly decided to hold on to my little Jesus for dear life. After all I held the icon of many millions and at that moment I felt the responsibility of the ages. I glanced around the lot to see if anyone was looking as though they lost Jesus but there wasn’t anyone around. The parking lot was deserted and so I proceeded towards Kmart.
I had a dilemma. What to do with my little icon. I certainly couldn’t throw it away. The answer was easy enough. It didn’t take too long for me to claim it as my own. After I made my decision I obviously didn’t want Jesus to slip through my fingers, therefore as I walked into the store, I put him carefully in a small empty pouch in my handbag and headed towards the outdoor furniture and garden department.
I didn’t know what to think. Maybe someone was devastated with the loss of their Jesus? Maybe they went to the manager and had asked if anyone had found him? Who knew? I realized the importance of my find and the task I now had. I had to at least make an attempt to give the Jesus back to its owner. But how I wondered?
Pushing away the strong thought of keeping him, instead I made an earnest attempt to bring Jesus and its true owner back together, and so I fished in my handbag for a piece of paper and a pen. That done, I quickly wrote a large note: If anyone has lost Jesus, I want you to know that I found him. I gave my home phone and even my cell phone number, including a quick description. Found: one extremely tiny shiny Jesus, arms outstretched. He is less than an inch high and maybe the same across the arms. Then I continued off to my original mission–red chair cushions.
I didn’t find the items I was looking for and there wasn’t anything else I needed at Kmart. As far as I could think, I had already found something major and anything else would just be a token. I went back towards my car, eyes down for any other bright objects that I might spot and after an uneventful trip got into my car and drove home.
I could lie and say the phone rang off the hook, but it didn’t–not one single call. I realized that mostly everyone that was supposed to have found Jesus had already accomplished that many years ago. The one quietly residing in my purse was mine. I was excited, euphoric, waiting for my ship to come in. Naturally, I thought, this was a good luck omen. Of course what else could it be? I waited until after some time had passed. Then I started buying mega million lottery tickets, then pursued horse races, after that I took up different types of lottery tickets. Nothing happened. Well, something did happen though; I felt the feeling of hope. And it felt good–somewhat.
You see I have omitted a fact during this story. Something I feel compelled to disclose. I’m Jewish and don’t get me wrong, I’m not in the least embarrassed about that fact. We all know that Jesus was Jewish and I’m sure he being a good benevolent man would not use my religion against me–not at all.
Although it did cross my mind that maybe this was one of the reasons for my luck not rising through the Richter scale, but I am holding on to deep faith. Nothing has happened yet. I’m positive it will sooner or later. I still buy lottery tickets. No more betting on horses though. The other day I had a few of the winning numbers but not consecutively on one ticket, instead the numbers were dispersed on a set of five tickets. I thought that might be a good sign. On Monday I’ll buy a few more; this time while holding Jesus close to my heart. I’ll let you know how things go. Eventually they