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New Mexico: Jesus Fellowship

Everywhere we went Jesus went. He followed us like a stalker or a sign of stigmata. We weren’t afraid. We didn’t care. He was cute and a cool dude with nice hair and sexy dimples. We even saw him in a tree and in a chapel dedicated to someone else. Of course, mom said. Jesus is everywhere. Just like Lady Gaga is everywhere.  He was also on signs and buildings around the desert. Mom said she saw Jesus on the face of a rock and on the back of brown lizard. He was real cute, she said. In New Mexico, Jesus has his very own fellowship, which has nothing to do with the Lord of the Rings. Or maybe it does. I’m not sure. In this House of Fellowship, the worshipers exalted or exhaled him. At least that is what the sign said. Mom decided to go in, to join the festivities, to be in his presence because she thought there would be fine fellows inside his ship. There was no ship and only a few fellows. The ones that were there had few teeth left.  No air conditioner. Only Pastor Don talking about the Lord God is a just God and will burn all homosexuals in hell. We smiled and gave Pastor Don the finger. Before we left, we paid our respects. We left a box of cigarettes in the collection bin for the men with no teeth. We kissed the air to bless it with our gay spirits. We recited the Pledge of Allegiance to show we are real Americans. And then we left  the joint without Jesus because if he were inside his own fellowship, we would have saved him from Pastor Don’s bullshit. [No pastors were harmed during the writing of this blog entry. Visit the Jesus Dressup Site. It’s a hootenanny.]

Jesus Fellowship by Neil de la Flor


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