I’ve been away, but while in the Great Lakes region, I came across this framed picture and snapped a photo of it. I mailed it to my friend Liz and expressed my amazement at this image. Her response: “Are you saying you were never pushed on a swing by Jesus or a robed Jesus-like man in your childhood? I am very sorry for you.”
Dang. I didn’t know everyone except me got a swing push by the white-man Jesus. My experience was of some guy with horns and a tail pushing me off the merry-go-round.
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