In one of my previous blogs entries, I promised I would tell you about my Easter weekend when a biblical epic had a less-than-heavenly impact on my possible love life. The movie is the 1961 big budget life of Christ biopic called King of Kings. This popular Hollywood production starred handsome Jeffrey Hunter as sort of a Malibu Jesus.
My buddy didn't smile, he didn't laugh. He squinted a bit but I thought that was because he'd removed his glasses. It didn't occur to me that he was deep Christian. He'd attended a strict Christian college in the South. We watched more of the movie, not speaking, and the story of Jesus was then in the last act. I'm assuming you know how it ends. The trial didn't go well. This rebel with a spiritual cause is innocent but a major threat to a certain greedy corporate culture. His physical end is near.
Kev: "No, really. What do you mean about it being ironic the way Jesus died?"
Me: "Well. As He was growing up and when He became a young man, what was His first job? He was...a carpenter. How did He die? Think about it."
Kevin did not want to think of The Good Book as a novel. I apologized sincerely. He said, "We should go eat." He thawed out eventually in the diner. I think my apology helped. We were reading our menus when Kev said, "I've never heard of this. Wow. I may get that."
Kev: "A Belgian Waffle. Have you ever heard of a Belgian Waffle?"
Kev: "Really? I haven't. I'm getting that."
He ordered one. He was delighted. It was as if our little misunderstanding was miles and miles away. At that moment, there we were. Two men in downtown Manhattan, two guys definitely over the age of 30, having a late lunch in a diner on Easter weekend. One knew the Bible but didn't know what a Belgian Waffle was. The other one picked up the check. Because that's what Jesus would do.
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