Flashback Friday...Where's Jesus?

This is one of my favorite flashback stories, so I'm surprised I haven't blogged it sooner. It took place during our move from Camp Pendleton in Oceanside, CA down to San Diego, CA (a little less than an hour away) back in June of 2001.

Jake was 2 1/2 and attended "Toddler School" down at Children's Hospital in San Diego every weekday afternoon. He happily watched the movers doing their thing in the morning (they were like tornadoes whipping through the house) but just before lunch he and Dad had to head down the road to get Jake to school.

When Jake got home around 6 that night, he came into the living room, looked around and said, "Where's Jesus?" I thought for a second, and then beamed with pride as I thought of Jake remembering our picture of Jesus which had been hanging on the wall. You know the one...



I said to Cliff..."How sweet! Of all the things that have been packed up, it's the picture of Jesus that Jake misses!"

My smugness was short lived, as the movers walked in, having returned from their dinner break. Jake ran up to one of them, pointing and shouted..."There's Jesus!!"

Here's some pics of "Jesus" hard at work:






I know His life was a ministry of service...but I don't think I remember any scriptures about Him helping anyone move.

At least the mover wasn't offended. In fact, he said it was the nicest compliment anyone had ever given him.