Community Service with J.C.

c: My brother is working at a children's bible study day camp for his community service. He just text messaged me.

me: That ain't right.

c: They are having him play Jesus in a skit they are performing.

me: STOP IT.

c: Swear. It's across the street.

me: Please go watch.

c: They are all wearing t-shirts that say: "Let the light of Jesus in." My brother is wearing a t-shirt from a bar.

me: This is too rich.

c: He just texted me saying: "I don't say shit; they just throw trash bags on me."

me: HAAAAAAAAA

c: I do not remember trash bag throwing as a part of the crucifixion of Jesus.

me: When did that happen to Jesus?!

c: I'm saying. This is a cruel joke.

me: No, it's an amazing turn of events, is what it is.

c: I just asked if I could come watch, or if I'd look like a pedophile as a lone adult showing up in a room of tots.

me: Either way, I'm confident it would be worth it.

c: I just asked what the trash bags are for and he said: "The bags are their sins. I'm done talking about this shit. I don't do religion well."

me: Your brother is money.

c: He said if I go, he will tell the children I'm the devil to attack. I'm going.

me: You realize your brother has the same initials as our man Jesus.

c: So what you're saying is ... this role has been waiting for him for 20 years.

me: Yes, that is exactly what I'm saying.