Canal Street Jesus


I haven’t decided if I believe in God anymore….Image

It seems like as I get older and creakier, it doesn’t make much sense.

I mean…..there are discoveries of million plus year old human bones all the time.

There are the plate tectonics to consider also.

Would my God create an earth that has earthquakes and volcanoes?

The God of my understanding would not do such shoddy work.

Science is heresy and all scientists should be burned at the stake.

My God didn’t give us intellect and free will just to learn how to make fire….besides; we stole that from the aliens.

Science is proof. Image

Mathematics is proof.

But, religion tells us that we can’t understand the mind of God.

It tells us to trust in God.

I don’t trust anyone I’ve never met.

I met the devil in the bottom of a bottle….and I don’t trust him.

He lies….

Would my God allow mankind to run rampant over one another, destroy the basic resources that are vital to our very survival?  i.e., water pollution, genetically engineered foods and forced extinction of human and animal species and a Sharknado sequel…

No….my God wouldn’t.

But something made me reconsider all these thoughts the other day while I was walking down Canal Street in New Orleans.

It was something Chris said….

It was a Sunday and the streets were throbbing with people of all makes and models.

I was walking down Canal with my 2 friends Chris and his hot Mama Kellie, weaving between the waves and eddies of human skin in differing shades and hues.

I don’t really care that much for crowds. The smells of crowds disgust me.

People make me nervous.

My job as a truck driver is a very solitary occupation.

I might not be around any people for weeks at a time.

That’s why I drive a truck….Or ONE of the reasons.

I am an agoraphobic trucker…..

Cool, I always wanted to be a hermit. I guess my truck is kinda like a cave…..

Okay, sorry…back to what Chris said.


It went something like this:

Trey: “Look at all these people” (Taking in all the colors and weirdo’s on a French Quarter Sunday)

Chris: “This is nothing you oughta see it at night”

Trey: “This is Sodom and Gomorrah” (I say with a little uneasiness. Remember that I hate crowds)

We continue to walk down the street and I begin to hear a voice coming from a small PA system floating thru the crowd of future saltlicks.Image

The voice is coming from an old black man sitting on an actual soap box. He was overweight and his big legs made his un-tied shoes look like kids feet. His clothes were soiled and he had a card-board sign hanging around his neck that read “Jesus is coming”.

He was also wearing an umbrella hat…..I’m serious.

 It was sad to see an old man like this.

That could have been me…..I came very close at one time.

Too close…..

What caused him to go off the deep end?

How long has he been crazy?

Shit….I hope I don’t go bat shit AGAIN and end up on a street corner!

Trey (Walking past the old man trying not to stare): “Man that’s sad”

Chris: “That might be Jesus in disguise”


Why did he have to say that?!

I, like many of you know the parable or story from the bible or other places, I don’t know if there are comparisons from other religions, but I’m sure y’all know it.

ImageBasically, be kind and charitable to whomever you meet in life because it might just be Jesus or an Angel in disguise.

I have believed that all of my life. I was taught that way.

That is until I got older and became an apostate heretic.

What is weird and what this whole post is leading to is this:

When Chris said that, I stopped and turned around to look at the umbrella hat preacher.

I had never thought of it like that, or gave it any real, serious consideration.

It immediately popped into my head that I had just met Jesus.

I thought I didn’t believe in that stuff…..

I mean, I believe Jesus existed as a real person.

I believe he was one of those teachers that changes the world, on an even keel with the Buddha, Lao Tzu and Plato….to name a few.

Do I believe that he is the actual “Son of God”?

I believe that as much as I believe that you and I are also actual children of God.

I don’t….But that’s just my opinion.

This chance meeting actually made me think about things though.

I looked at the old black man with an umbrella on his head and a sock wrapped around his microphone.

Why did I think that he might be Jesus in disguise?

How could I even entertain the thought?

Jesus was just a man.

He was a teacher and fisher of men, so says the “good” book.

Was I standing there looking at Jesus?

I was arguing in my head now.

“That’s not Jesus” (snotty like voice)Image

“But what if it is, how can you know for a fact?” (Whiny inquiring voice)

“You can’t” (wise voice)

“Quick, do something nice, give him some money or something like that…just in case it is him?!” (Asshole politician voice)

“Too late dumbass. If he knows what’s in your heart and mind already like they say then he knows what you just planned to do, so that invalidates the whole charity without gain thingee” (lawyer voice)

Jesus was just a man….a shepherd they say.

But what if he WAS the umbrella hat man too?

I’ve thought about this for a couple of days now because I am strange and have no life and nothing better to do.

Then, this morning it came to me.

It was a seed that was planted in my mind long ago.

It was the personification of the Golden Rule sitting there on a soap box with an umbrella hat that I was looking at.

It made me remember my Vacation Bible school days as a child when we were taught to be kind to our fellow man.

It was sad to see that old man like that.

Sure, he was smiling a lot and laughing.

But true crazy people don’t know they’re crazy.

And crazy people don’t guffaw and let out loud belly laughs.

Crazy people giggle, snicker and cackle.

I know…..I’ve seen it firsthand.

So….What it amounts to is this:Image

I met Jesus in the French Quarter on Canal Street in New Orleans, Louisiana on January 26, 2014.

I may have my doubts about God’s plan for us and definite “bullshit!” about mans translation of his words and teachings.

 But that moment….the timing….the way Chris said it….my reaction….The old man’s laughter and smiles….

I’m sure it was him….

Because after all, Jesus is in all of us they say.

Buddha called it enlightenment

Jesus called it the Light

I call it a message that I was meant to hear and study on.

It won’t change my mind about organized religion….I think I’m ruined on that.

I don’t think I’m an atheist.Image

I’m a Catholic Buddhist Mormon Methodist with Baptist tendencies toward Zen.

I am a spiritual person that believes in karma and heaven.

But that brief encounter with Jesus on a street corner reminded me that I should be mindful of those less fortunate than me and not judge by appearances.

Just in case it’s Jesus in an umbrella hat.

You never can tell…..Can we?

10 thoughts on “Canal Street Jesus”

  1. I really hear the ‘lawyer’ voice all the time.
    My thoughts are…and I know you have been holding your breath for this…we should just be nice, not gushy, towards all people. Safe bet, then we don’t have to check if it right or wrong, if they caused their own disparity or are a true victim, or even if they are Christ in a really good disguise. I like to just give to a homeless or beggar, and then let them have the free will to do what they will with the gift. Yes, I would like them to eat, get a shower, make sure they have a place to sleep, but if they choose alcohol or drugs, that is still their free will, it is not my place to take them by the hand like a child. Sure, a person could offer them some pamphlet on AA/NA, tell them the closest place to get a cheap meal, but in the end you give the gift of money, and let them still have the dignity of making up their minds about what to do with the money. I have been over this point before.
    I don’t think I have been through the same hell you have, but I have been through some involuntary scary shit, behind those steel doors, and I am spiritual, period.

    This is a great one.

    Peace & Love

      1. Ya’ think? I am fifty, I can be whatever I like. I would say some other things, but I don’t think all of your readers use the same dictionary I do.

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