It was a beautiful evening and He was walking amongst the people.
My family, one of my cousins and I took a trip up to the mountains for Canadian Thanksgiving a few weeks ago.
We started our adventures at Heart Creek Bunker, where we went on a 3-hour hike. At the end of the trail was a cool cave that the Canadian Government used to store important documents during the Cold War.
After exploring the cave, playing practical jokes and taking pictures, we hiked back to the parking lot and debated where to go next. We decided to go to a nearby town, Canmore, for ice cream.
The first thing we did when we arrived was look for a place to buy treats. Once that task was completed, we walked around the town, checking out the shops and a street fair that was going on.
After getting a souvenir from one of the street vendors, my nephew needed to use the washroom, so I took him. But as we returned to our family, something amazing happened: I saw Jesus walking around.
I knew it was just a man dressed up as the Messiah, but I wanted to be a jerk and made a big deal out of it.
“Oh my, did you see that?” I perkily asked my nephew.
“See what?”
“Jesus.”
“Where?”
“There. He’s standing right there.”
“Oh, that’s funny.”
“What are you guys looking at?” my sister asked.
“Jesus. He’s walking over there,” I answered.
“Where?”
“He’s right there,” I said as I pointed towards him. “Well, he was just right there. What the hell? Where did he go?”
I paced around trying to find him but to no success.
“Oh, man. You’re going to become a Christian now,” my cousin mocked me.
“No, what! Where is he? I swear I saw him,” I declared.
I continued to pace back and forth, frantically looking for Jesus -or the man dressed up as him- but I couldn’t see him anywhere.
“Hey, you saw him, right?” I asked my nephew.
“Actually, I didn’t. I thought you were talking about someone else,” my nephew said.
“What!”
After a few moments of trying to convince my family that a man dressed up as Jesus was walking around the street fair and desperately looking for him, a bright light shined into my face as a tall figure exited a nearby vendor tent.
“Hey, stop that! Put your new pocket watch away,” I yelled at my nephew. “See, he’s right there! I told you I saw him.”
“Oh, I thought you were being stupid again,” my sister said.
I was laughed at and mocked for the remainder of the evening.
It was a nice Thanksgiving weekend.