This morning, a random old woman on the bus handed me this little slip of paper. Being an inherently polite person who takes things that are handed to me (a practice I should perhaps forgo on occasion), I took what turned out to be a badly color-photocopied picture of Jesus, who appears to have red and blue lasers shooting out of his chest (sacred heart?), with the words, "Jesus, I Trust in You!" on it. Stapled to this is "The Miracle Prayer," "Prayer for Healing," and "Healing Prayer at Bedtime."
It would feel weird to throw away Jesus, even slightly alarming Laser Jesus, so I folded up Jesus and put Him in my pocket. I'm not sure if that is any less sacrilegious, but I didn't ask to be given Laser Jesus this morning. I was not prepared. Perhaps this says more about my spiritual state than I would like to think about.
Also of note is that the woman foisting Laser Jesus on everyone got off at my stop and promptly jaywalked.