that the Letterman fellow didn’t appear that bad at all. He seemed
polite, friendly, and boasted a very infectious grin. The prophet felt
quite at ease in his presence and smiled warmly back, and then
smiled again to the audience and clapped in the manner that he had
been coached. Apparently the audience was quite happy to see them
all. This was a refreshing turn of events, the first time since their
reappearance that they had been received with such open arms.
Finally, the crowd quieted down and the interview began.
“Welcome to the program, guys,” said Dave. “How are you
enjoying New York?” He directed this first question towards Yeshua.
“Thank you. It’s very exciting,” he responded.
“Well it may not be Sodom and Gomorrah—but we’re trying!”
said Dave. The audience tittered.
“Well actually—”
“In fact, I know a place where you can get a great deal on graven
images,” said Dave. Again the audience giggled a bit. Yeshua was
silent.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” Dave said, smiling, “Don’t let me interrupt
you. So, why don’t you tell us what you’ve been up to. You’ve been
away so long that we didn’t know what to think. We were afraid that
you up and joined the Moonies.”
“I’m sorry—?” Yeshua said.
“No, I’m just kidding. So, apparently you’ve come back to make
an announcement, and well, we’d like to help you out as much as we
possibly can here on the Late Show.” He turned to face the TV
cameras. “Folks, I want your full attention.” He paused, then added,
“Jesus Christ has something to say! Anton?”
The band’s drummer launched into a drumroll, and a troupe of
women in sequined bikinis came out on stage singing “Jesus, He’s
My Brother,” while prancing through a choreographed bit that
presented Yeshua to the world as if he were a new car-wax. As
instructed, Yeshua kept his cool and stood up with great dignity and
grace. He was, after all, a tall, charismatic figure dressed a fine Italian
suit, with an impressive mane of hair and eyes that could accidentally
start forest fires. Despite the offhand way in which he had been
presented, the audience now found themselves staring with
anticipation and wonder at the undeniably powerful presence
standing next to Dave. Plainly, this guy purporting to be Jesus was a
stud.
When he finally spoke, his voice was clear and unhurried.
H O L Y S H I T !
144
 |
 |
 |
 |