No. J2K1-202

If you think being the Son of God was easy, get an eyeful of this fella! Talk about tuckered out! And that headgear's not doing Him any favors, either. Of course, this is pretty much what I look like on Sunday morning, too, but that's after about 14 cans of Natural Lite. Everyone's favorite Nazareth homeboy knew a thing or two about Light, but His version was brewed in Heaven--not Milwaukee!

I purchased this powerful rendering from the window of a junk shop in Philadelphia a few years ago; I was out for a stroll when those big, sad eyes locked with mine and just said "Take me home!" Friends don't always share my delighted reaction to this unsigned version of the Man of Sorrows (that's from a 1938 edition of Roget's Thesaurus--I'd say the name pretty much nails Him). Some find it so creepy, they can't understand how I could even be in the same room with the thing, and others drop their jaws and say "Jesus Christ!"