One of the perks of being a philosophy professor is that you receive, unsolicited, correspondence from some of the world’s best and brightest individuals. Why, just yesterday, I received a personal letter from Jesus Christ. The letter begins
Since there are no restrictions on its use, I thought I would use it to lord my superiority over all of you inferior, non-correspondence-from-Jesus-receiving Dopers.
Now I know what you are saying. You’re saying, “Hey, you’re not the only one in touch with Christ–sometimes I feel Jesus’ presence, and sometimes He sends me signs.” Sure—but does he send you personal correspondence? Ha! I didn’t think so.
You are no doubt wondering what great wisdom is contained in these letters. Well, you are probably not worthy, which is why He wrote to me and not you. But perhaps I can share with you a nugget of Christ’s wisdom:
Ah, ranks right up there with the Beatitudes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some gloating to do.
Give the guy a break; His native language is Aramaic, not English.
Handwritten on regular lined paper. Jesus is old school–he doesn’t need any modern contrivances like computers. And I guess postage would have been too expensive on a stone tablet. Such is life when you are committed to poverty.
The Pope calls an urgent meeting for all the cardinals; when they’ve all gathered at St. Peters, he says, "I have some good news and some bad news.
“The good news is that Jesus has returned to earth – in fact, I spoke to Him on the phone this morning, and I’m convinced that this is Our Lord Incarnate, returned.”
Well, much hubbub and ado, of course – but the Pope asks for silence.
“Wait – the bad news…”
He takes a deep breath.
“The bad news is, he was calling from Salt Lake City.”
But if you have been selected as His chosen vesel for disseminating his wisdom, then you’re really screwing up by not giving us the goods. I mean, since it was a handwritten missive and not e-mail, obviously He needed someone with Internet access to get The Word out.
Sophistry and Illusion, I’m glad to hear Jesus is doing OK. You should write back and ask him how His family’s doing. Does He have any pets nowadays? That sort of thing.
This thing had to have been posted almost 2000 years ago… talk about your dead letter office mix ups!
Kind of freaky that he knew exactly where you’d be once you got there, though, wasn’t it?