Last night, we were driving home from St. Louis. N was very hungry and kept asking me to feed him as soon as we got home.
“I need to eat now! Right now!” he was saying.
“But I can’t feed you right now,” I responded. “I need time to cook something. I can’t produce food instantly.”
“Well, there was one guy who managed to do it,” N. said.
“I understand you worship me and all,” I answered, “but this is a pretty high standard to set.”
Since I was facing stiff competition from Jesus, I whipped out a two-course hot meal in ten minutes.
“I am the way and the truth and the life,” I announced as I was serving dinner. “No one comes to food in this house except through me.”
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