Who'd want to play golf with Jesus?

Jesus and Saint Peter are golfing. St. Peter steps up to the tee on a par three and hits one long and straight. It reaches the green. Jesus is up next. He slices it. It heads over the fence into traffic on an adjacent street. Bounces off a truck, onto the roof of a nearby shack and into the rain gutter, down the drain spout and onto a lilly pad at the edge of a lake. A frog jumps up and snatches the ball in his mouth. An eagle swoops down, grabs the frog. As the eagle flies over the green, the frog croaks and drops the ball. It’s in the hole. Saint Peter looks at Jesus, exasperated. "Are you gonna play golf?" he asks "Or are you just gonna fuck around?"

Sometimes we think we want miracles, and super spiritual experiences. We want God to be big, shiny, glittery and awesome. But deep down I think what we really need is to recognise a little bit of Jesus in our every day lives - no gloss, no glittler, no sparkle, no magic - just plain old boring incarnation. Emmanuel. God with us.