God’s voice rings like a prayer in my head. Jesus, it’s loud! Life is still a mystery, Jesus. I don’t know. I don’t know! I still don’t know why he appears to me crucified on a telephone pole above my living room, but he’s as real as a dream can be. Sometimes I think I’m losing it again, but he’s there – he’s real. I’ve got Polaroids!

I pull out of my driveway and stop briefly before the son of God. A tear falls down my cheek as I switch on the radio. It’s the Cranberries. The song “Zombie” pulsates through my 1978 Oldsmobile and into the Forest Hills subdivision.

Something compels me to get out of the car and climb the telephone poll. That Cranberries song echoes from my car as I climb upward. I’m scared as hell!

“In your head, in your head they’re still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying… “

I struggle to climb and touch the foot of Christ. He begins to move and I fall to the ground. I look up and sigh.