by G. Jack Urso
I had a friend
at the Evangelical Christian college I graduated from in the 1980s. We called
him "Blond Jesus." Not just because he had long blond hair and a
beard, but also because he lived simply and sincerely and tried to practice the
teachings of Christ, particularly the Sermon on the Mount. One would think that
would be de rigueur at a Christian college, but I digress. The summer before
our senior year he decided to hitchhike from upstate New York to Florida and
back. I think he saw it as his "time in the wilderness."
On the road, Blond
Jesus had only the clothes on his back and a couple changes of the garments he
usually wore, t-shirts and jeans. The clothes he usually wore were the height
of post-70s, mid-80s, Jesus Freak couture and generally comprised a denim
ensemble of torn jeans in various states of repair and patching and a well-worn
denim vest with torn-off sleeves. Of medium height, slight build, and a mellow
demeanor, Blond Jesus was far from threatening, which may have helped him get rides.
Regardless of his seeming vulnerability, that he returned from his travels
unscathed is a miracle unto itself.
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Blond Jesus, circa 1987/1988. |
My friend, Blond
Jesus, attended church whenever he could, or at least he tried to. In his travels,
he was asked to leave every church he visited because of the way he was
dressed.
Let me clarify.
I mean every WHITE church.
Only one church,
a Black Baptist church, not only asked him to stay but also fed him at the end
of services.
And that, my
friends, is the sermon for the day.
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