The Jesus Men

I got a visit from some strange men today.

I answered a knock on the door, and there were two guys wearing black. They both wore dark glasses, and they looked like the bloody Blues Brothers. I shit you not.

I stood there at a loss for words. The chubby guy tilted his head, and looked at me over his glasses. "We've missed you the last few weeks."

The taller fellow nodded and said, "Yup."

"Who are you guys, and what brings you to my house?" I asked, but I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that I knew exactly who these guys were. They were the Jesus Men. I thought the pastor was kidding when we chatted after church a few weeks ago when he said that he hoped to see me again soon, and that if he didn't, he'd send the Jesus Men my way.

I waited for it. They wouldn't be able to resist. And they didn't.

"We're on a mission from God."

They then went on about how they had missed me at church. The two guys looked kind of familiar though, and I'm sure I'd seen them before. Margaret and I were at a pub on Friday, and there were a couple of boy howdys at the bar pounding 'em back who looked an awful lot like these two jokers standing on my doorstep.

"You boys sure drank a lot of beer."

They ran for their car right on cue.