Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus

There is a girl I grew up with who was obsessed with the word Jesus. Jesus Loves YOU! she would yell at us as we scrunched our pom-poms before the football game. Jesus Jesus Jesus she would stutter in every sentence, even we we spoke of hair removal at age 12. Sometimes, during lunch in the cafeteria, she would jump and proclaim her love for Jesus.
She loved this word. She never explained her love for Jesus. She would just yell it out, as if protecting her evil thoughts with what she believed was a positive one. When she lost her virginity our Junior year, she bought it back the next week by promising Jesus she wouldn’t have sex until marriage- this proclamation was advertised with a paper plaque on the wall- her name scribbled in cursive over the computer made line. She showed her “promise ring” to everyone- the hands holding a heart with a crown on it. In gold. In camp, she never made her bed and her room smelled like fart, but she loved Jesus. We knew this.
Now, we’ve found one another on facebook. She’s a gorgeous woman, with a gorgeous family and she STILL loves Jesus. I witness it in every status update: JESUS is my BEST friend, i feel her smile through the internet.

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Germapino with a Jewish Twist. Twist. Collective Thoughts of a Ginrod are the musings of a Texas born,half German, half Filipina girl who who went on a trip to Bangkok and found herself in the Holy Land , as a jew, married to an Englishman, with 3 kids and a pup named Henck.