Jesus Rain

Towards the end of an eight hour stint at yet another Special Event, red T-shirts proclaiming that Jesus loves us, swarmed the plaza, giving out bottles of water.
'Jesus has kept me well-watered today thanks,' I told wave after wave of them.
Most people had packed up and gone by then, it seemed that only I was pinned to my table with kids colouring in dragons and leaves.

I don't know if Jesus was on weather rotation this week, but if he was then we kept us watered in all senses. Not that I would have been complaining, after the heat of the past few days, were it not that I had liberally applied sunscreen, only to have it migrate into my eyes all day, so they stung and watered.

As well as water, Jesus supplies lead-free Coke, I admire him for this perspicacity. The sodium benzoate is a bit of a problem, but I'm sure he's on top of that though.
He didn't give me any loaves and fishes, I was hoping for a Tim Horton's toasted BLT on whole wheat to appear in my hands. It didn't, but Kevin bought me LA Chicken instead.

Whilst Kevin was performing one of those TV ad miracles, by packing into our tiny car the amount that lesser people need an SUV to carry, I was standing on the edge of the pavement with my pretend tree, coloured card leaves fluttering in the breeze and a woman asked me which church I represented. You can see a theme here can't you? and it's only Saturday.

'I'm from the Nature Park,' I replied,
'Is that the same as Emmanuel Church?'
'No, it's a Nature Park,'
'Where is that church?'
'It's not a church,'
'Which church has organised this?'
'The city, no church, the city,'
'No church?'
'Nope.'
Honestly, I could see where she was coming from at that moment, it was raining Jesus.

Mesopotamia, that of RI and history lessons, was the alluvial plain between the Tigris and the Euphrates, and provided fertile land by the early civilisations developing and maintaining systems of irrigation. The Sumerians and Assyrians lived there at different times, or rather these were the names of their dynasties, who knows whether by our definitions they were the same peoples.
These were lands referred to in the Bible, these were lands we learned about at school.

'Nineveh city (its capital) was a city of sin, the jazzin' and the jivin' made a terrible din, the beat groups playing rock and roll and the Lord looked down and said, 'Bless my soul!','

Well, to be fair, it doesn't actually say that in the Old Testament. Something about a bit of a difference of opinion between God and Jonah.

Or...from a historical perspective, Assyria was invaded by barbarians from Central Asia in the seventh century BC, was saved by being brought into the Persian Empire, then Greek-accented briefly by Colin Farrell....er, I mean Alexander the Great and there seems to have been no more major unpleasantness until the 8th Century AD when the Arabs invaded.
Of course, the Bible pretty much finishes not too long after BC becomes AD.

Yeah, no, just thought I'd mention Mesopotamia, in case no-one else had today.