Another Piece

I have an interesting game I play for the past few years now. I mentioned taking a Science of Religion course at WSU night school. One month we had to pick a different subject out of a long list of religions and we had to do a lot of research and so forth and hand it in finished in a month. Well I picked "Rosicrusion." I may have that mispelled. I found out where the Temple was and went a few times. It was very interesting. Later that summer we went to San Jose to visit Chuck's sister and look over parts of California. They had a members only Temple in San Jose and because of the course I was able to go through the Temple. It was like going on a trip to ancient Egypt.



One room I shall never forget...One entire wall was a picture of Jesus. It was the most beautiful Jesus I had or have ever seen. I was able to sit and view Him as long as I wished. The entire room seemed to fill with the light from Jesus. He was alive. I sat for a long time and one felt they'd spent moments in Heaven. In the library there were small pictures like the big one one could purchase so I bought three...one for me...two for gifts.



Later that summer I went to a talk at the Davenport Hotel on different religions as I knew it would help with my classes. During the lesson the teacher said something that really interested me. He said to hang a picture of Jesus somewhere where you would see it each day and have a talk with Him. "Ping"....I would use my picture of Jesus. I could hardly wait to get home to take Jesus out of my drawer and hang him in my bathroom.



I've been given the challenge of living with crohn's and that is a hard lifestyle all it's own. So I spend more short times in the bathroom than any other rooms in a house. So my Jesus was hung in every bathroom that I've lived in since. We have conversations many times a day and night.



So, I also took Phychology classes. I started watching expressions of everyone who visited my bathrooms. Then I wrote my lessons about these people. It was a riot at times. Some didn't say a word..they would just watch me. Some would come right out and ask me "why."

Sometimes I would explain the why but the most interesting times were the ones when I said nothing. Some left earlier than they had planned, some took their children home quick like..some didn't come back. It's so much fun even yet. I received A's in that class on the subject " I visit Jesus in my Bathroom." Even Jesus has fun. Sometimes His eyes are smiling. Just thought I'd tell you about my little game and when now I'll watch you when you visit my bathroom.....tee, hee.