From Monty
Posted onChrist resurfaces in VA, already entangled in legal battle
While others wait with bated breath to find out the sex of Britney’s child, or what will become of MJ, smaller stories like this can fall through the cracks. I think this is a colossal mistake.
Folks, when a 50 year old man changes his name to Jesus Christ (technically, he was 35 when he changed his name), moves to rural Virginia, and decides to dig his heels into a legal battle to ensure he can register his car under his new name, am I the only one that sits back stares aimlessly at my “Christ Walking with Children” Hummel figurine and wonders, what has gone awry with a legal system more concerned with a car registration under the name Jesus Christ, than the fact there IS, officially, a Jesus Christ?
I’m definitely not the poster boy for religion, but, I’m really not entirely sure it takes even the gruff tough love of Judge Judy to figure out that when a guy comes into your court and asks to change his name to the Son of God that you’ve got a bigger problem than what form to stamp. I mean does anyone else feel the irony that the person inclined to have himself referred to as the Lord is also the person most likely to, I don’t know, say…sever young woman’s head, and wear it as a helmet while defecating on the corpse?
Call me St. Jude, but, I kind of feel like grabbin’ a Good Book and maybe having a divine intervention between Mr. Christ and a padded room. Could just be me.