Hallelujah.

I've found Jesus.

I found him exactly where I left him. You know how it goes - your mind wanders, you put him down somewhere and you promptly forget where you placed him. Turns out I put him in the left pocket of my jeans, the ones I put in the laundry bin the other day.

Good thing I found him when I did - if those jeans had gone in the washer with Jesus still in that pocket, he'd have left a nasty stain. He tends to do that, the little bugger.

Cheers