Jesus Returns To Modern Day America! by Alfred N.Muggins

6/7/25 / 7/7/25 / 21/7/25
     Jesus returns to modern day America - in person, and he visits a nation in turmoil. He attempts to overturn the moneychanger's tables, having decided, or being instructed by God to do it differently this time, and not to become a martyr, but try a more political (approach) exemplary route, perhaps more suited to humans. The Pope recognizes him, but not the pompous President of the US. Netanyahoo gets short shrift, and he is a political and social activist. Migrants flock to him, established Christian Nationalists are smote down.
     "Jesus is coming, he is coming to Washington DC!" Crowds walk with him as he makes his way up avenues. His true followers wave Palm Leaves in recognition of who he is, and who he was when he was last on Earth in human form. There are no donkeys this time, but as this is America some Amerindians from Arizona or New Mexico offer him a horse, which he accepts gladly, as it befits America and its history. It seems appropriate to him. They line the route and others are attracted to see him enter the sad city. Eventually they reach the fence which has been erected by this so called President at the edge of the White House grounds. He dismounts from the horse and approaches the fence with humility and turns to address the crowds. Bullets ring out from armed guards inside the perimeter, but they all bounce off him falling lifeless at his feet. He turns slowly, "Forgive them, for they do not know what they do."
       It is nonetheless the sign for the crowd to rattle the iron fence. Jesus wills it too and encourages with simple gestures. the fence collapses under the pressure, but no one is hurt. Together they march forward, across the White house lawn. The Clown is in residence, but he tries to escape, as a helicopter lands on the lawn to whisk him to the airport where air force 1 may take him to one of his other residences. As the orange haired Clown runs towards the helicopter Jesus raises his hands and summons the strength of God. The rota blades stutter and fail, coughing as is there is no fuel to drive them. So the Clown sees his judge coming towards him with a large crowd behind him, and again tries to run, back across the White House lawn. His security men fire again at the unarmed crowd with handguns and shotguns, and at the man who calls himself Jesus, the Saviour. Their bullets melt into thin air, or ricochet back towards those who fire upon the son of God and his people, falling harmlessly at their feet. As they approach the front door of that place, sacred to the 250 year old republic, the current Jester of the White House, the Fool on the Hill, trips up on the steps, clumsily falling flat on his face. He is indeed quite an old man by now, inevitably not so agile. It does seem surprising to so many around the world that a 79 year old should aspire to holding the reigns of such a huge and complex nation. Would he not rather take a rest and enjoy the last few years of his life in pleasant pursuits, even golf, if that was really what he wanted to do? The man who never grew up still enjoyed playing the games of a much younger man by all accounts.
        Jesus reaches out to him, naturally willing to help a fallen man, even if he is a sinner, (perhaps even the greatest sinner that ever lived?) The Clown stares back, for once short of words, as if trying to work out who this man in middle eastern robes could be. It was well known the only power in the world which this vain man believed in were the powers of his own cheque book, and those of his lenders' and backers. He surely could not believe in God after all the mean things he had foisted upon the American people, and other nations in recent years, and yet some, even many among his electorate had believed that this man, the Clown, was the fruition of prophecy, a man destined to put so many things right in America, the instrument of God, as a means of shaking up the failing structures of America and enabling more godlike and sensible minds to bring their influence to bear upon the nation, reforming it in the image they perceived god would approve, even if their god was the god of money, and not the people.

  "I will be a caretaker," said Jesus, "until we find someone suitable. You will conduct your elections. They will drain your swamp for you! Your founding Fathers did actually have some good ideas , although they were not perfect. None of us are perfect!