What would Jesus put on toast?
Oh come on – get serious.
A family breakfast turned into a religious experience when they spotted what appears to be the face of Jesus in the lid of a Marmite jar.
Look at the damn picture! It looks like what you’d expect on the lid of a jar of brown goo: some brown goo and some jar lid.
Not to mention the fact that nobody has the faintest idea what Jesus looked like anyway. ‘The face of Jesus’ of course just means some sleepy amalgam of various modern images of Jesus which are vaguely derived from earlier images of Jesus which are derived from more of the same which ultimately derived from whatever people thought Jesus ought to look like.
It’s unkind to make people’s foolishness public in this way.
Didn’t anyone ever find images in the clouds as a kid? I can still do it – look up in the sky and you may see a curling stone or a bunny. You may even see the long-haired hippy version of Jesus.
As an atheist, I often tell folks that I’d be more than willing to accept God (or gods, whatever) if he/she would take the time to make a personal visit. However, appearing in a jar on my breakfast table does not count.
They could’ve at least taught us a cool new vocabulary word in that dumb story:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pareidolia
Huh? It’s comforting to think that something that you scrape onto your toast is looking out for you?
Nothing like a good delusion.
That’s not Jesus; it’s Jerry Garcia.
Hahahahaha
No what’s comforting is to think that Jesus is such a joker that he chooses to manifest himself as a blurry could-be-anything Jerry Garcia-like blob on a jar of something that you scrape onto your toast when he could do it much more forcefully and unambiguously instead. What could be more comforting than that?!
It’s Weird Al Yankovich, quite obviously.