I met a guy yesterday who claimed to be Jesus. I asked him how he knew that he was indeed Jesus. He said, "How do you know that I'm not?" I looked at him with a puzzled look on my face. He then said, "How do you know that you're not Him?"
I started to walk away, but I noticed the man speaking to other individuals, pointing in my direction. I could not hear what he was saying. Finally, he shouted, "It takes only one person to have faith!" I wasn't sure what this meant, and I really didn't want to ask him about it.
Instead, I stopped an elderly woman who had just walked away from the man. "Do you believe he is Jesus?" I asked. She looked at me like I was crazy. "Jesus?" she said. "He told me he was Abraham Lincoln."
I looked back at the man, and he was attempting to recite the Emancipation Proclamation. "He would make a better Jesus, though," the woman said as she left. I'm still not sure why I kept my beard and shaved my mustache earlier that morning.
"On the Street" is a collection of fiction shorts.
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