God the Father: Well Jesus boy, I know you’ve been enjoying the lifestyle, the miracle thing, the keys to the Jag, the club memberships and the babes and all, but don’t you think it’s time you started suffering for the redemption of all mankind?
Jesus: Aw, c’mon dad, that’s like, so pre-millennial. I’d rather just work with the “Occupy Jerusalem” crowd for a few more months.
God the Father: I’m not kidding JC, you’re going to find your allowance cut off if you don’t get out there and start getting betrayed.
Jesus: OK, pop, but you’ll be sorry when more people are praying to me than to you.
God the Father: Believe me kid, I could use a break.
@Danno, AnnaT: I think the success of the book can be given to the art director, and the failure to the artist. It has an interesting use of asymmetry and lighting, and the colours are bold choices. On the other hand, something is seriously, seriously wrong with Himself’s hands, and Mary looks to be suffering from microcephaly. The question, then, is whether or not we should look at the cover as it is, or as it should have been?
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only, and other times there was a pair of parallel lines instead.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
“But why are there scratch marks in the sand, Lord?”
The Lord replied, “Mary and I were carrying you in our lawn chair. No worries, babe, she was chill with it too.”