Lincoln wants to know if I “Got Jesus”
After buying a bag of Guatemalan coffee at Starbucks yesterday (I now have good standing in our work coffee club), the barista gave me back my change, which included this five dollar bill. Though I’m sure no one will see the artist in a gallery anytime soon, he/she made me laugh with the “Got Jesus” balloon.
The writing on the right (sorry, it got cut off while scanning) referenced “Philipians [sic] 4:19”. Philippians? I knew it had to be a Bible citation but I had never heard of that book. Must be New Testament stuff, I thought, or as the Jews call it, “Fiction”.
(To me, it’s all fiction, so I’m an equal opportunity Bible skeptic.)
I looked up Phillipians 4:19 online and found the following line: “And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.”
I flipped the bill over to find the artist hadn’t stopped at Lincoln when defacing my Federal Reserve Note. “TRUST GOD”, he had written in big block letters, letting it hover above the Lincoln Memorial. And to the side: “give to the poor!”
I think I’ll give this bill to the guy who plays his trumpet by the L’Enfant Plaza Metro. I don’t believe in god, Jeebus, fate, or monetary chain letters, but when our first gay president tells me to do something, I like to think that I listen.
The writing on the right (sorry, it got cut off while scanning) referenced “Philipians [sic] 4:19”. Philippians? I knew it had to be a Bible citation but I had never heard of that book. Must be New Testament stuff, I thought, or as the Jews call it, “Fiction”.
(To me, it’s all fiction, so I’m an equal opportunity Bible skeptic.)
I looked up Phillipians 4:19 online and found the following line: “And my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.”
I flipped the bill over to find the artist hadn’t stopped at Lincoln when defacing my Federal Reserve Note. “TRUST GOD”, he had written in big block letters, letting it hover above the Lincoln Memorial. And to the side: “give to the poor!”
I think I’ll give this bill to the guy who plays his trumpet by the L’Enfant Plaza Metro. I don’t believe in god, Jeebus, fate, or monetary chain letters, but when our first gay president tells me to do something, I like to think that I listen.
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