Mikey's Jesus Suit

by: Newbie

Mikey’s Jesus Suit

             Early one morning, Mikey finished drying his hair, put on his Jesus suit, and headed out the door, into the wide desert.

            The world looks quite different to a person wearing a Jesus suit. For starters, the colors are more vibrant, even in a desert. Especially in a desert.

            For another, real things look realer, and false things look somewhat transparent. Mikey couldn’t help but chuckle as he walked along and saw the vibrant and the transparent.

            Mikey walked past some boys, who threw rocks at him because he was wearing a Jesus suit. The rocks hit him in the back and in the head, and Mikey cried a little. The rocks hurt a lot, but not as much as the throwing.

            “Father, forgive them,” Mikey whispered.

            Some time later, after Mikey had been walking through the desert for a while, an older man suddenly stood in front of him, barring his way and not laughing at all. He poked a heavy, somewhat transparent finger into Mikey’s chest, and spoke loudly.

            “This isn’t your suit. How can you wear this suit? It doesn’t fit you at all – take it off right now!”

            “I don’t know how to answer you, sir. I was given this suit, and even though it is too big for me, I am supposed to wear it. But if you would like to have it, I will gladly give it to you.”

            “How dare you!” the man replied. “No, I don’t want your suit. I have one just like it at home, hanging in my closet. I’ve had it for years – it used to belong to my father, and I must say it fits me very well indeed. Did I say ‘just like it’? No, mine is much nicer. Cleaner. There aren’t any tears or stains in mine. No dust or sand – probably because I tend to stay out of the desert when I'm wearing it. But my point is this: you do not know what you are doing in that suit of yours. You are not worthy to wear that suit.”

            “True,” replied Mikey.

            “Bah, I can’t argue with you! Such arrogance!” The man stomped away.

            Mikey walked along. He saw two people talking together near a little desert lake. They looked up, and one said “Hey, nice suit. Where did you get it?”

            “Thanks,” Mikey replied. “It was a gift.”

            “Cool. Oh, wait a minute – it looks like the hands are torn,” said one

            “No, they are supposed to be that way.”

            “Oh. Is it comfortable?” asked the other.

            “Yes and no,” Mikey smiled. “Yes, but probably not in the way most people think of comfort.”

            “Oh.”

            “Would you like to have it?” Mikey asked.

            “I don’t know if it’s my size,” said the first one.

            “No, it’s not your size,” answered Mikey with a laugh. “Jesus suits are always a bit big, but don’t worry. You’ll grow into it, although as I said, it will always be big. And if you thought it would fit you perfectly, I think you would find it too small.”

            “Oh. I don’t understand.” said the other one.

            “I know,” replied Mikey. “That's alright.”

            “But I would like to try it,” that one added.

            “Me too,” said the first one.

            So Mikey took off his Jesus suit, complete with dusty, sandy bare feet and torn hands, and handed it to the two people.  They each put it on, and saw that Mikey was wearing one still.

            “Cool,” said Andy.

            “Yeah,” said Pete.

            Mikey walked on, his two new friends at his side. Pete told a funny joke, and they all laughed so loud that some birds were startled and flew away.

            They started singing a song, then looked at the road ahead, where they saw a still figure laid out in the sand on the side of the road. It was a little boy, and his limbs were sprawled at awkward angles. They ran to him.

            A dozen rocks scattered around the area told a sad tale of pain and rejection, a sorrowful story of throwing. Mikey reached out his Jesus hands, wiping sweat, grime and blood from the boy’s forehead.

            “Is he breathing?” asked Pete.

            “Yes,” answered Mikey.

            “Will he be ok?” asked Andy.

            “Yes,” answered Mikey. “Yes, but maybe not in the way most people think of ok.”

            The boy still grasped a rock in his right hand, the same hand that once cast stones towards Mikey. Nobody knows why the other boys decided to make this boy their new target.

            “Little Pauly,” Mikey said, “Give me your rock.”

            The rock slid from Pauly’s hand, and he groaned quietly.

            Mikey picked up the rock and threw it into the desert, where it was never seen again.

            Then Mikey put his Jesus suit on Pauly and helped him stand. The enormous suit made Pauly look tiny and huge, all at once.

            Mikey adjusted the Jesus suit he still wore, making sure the beautiful torn hands and lovely dusty, sandy feet were still on securely.

            Smiling broadly, accompanied by his three friends, he walked on.

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