Moment | J.D. Olenslager

I suppose that many strange moments hinge on Jesus. There are the obvious places, churches, Jerusalem, obits, buth the craziest place I saw Jesus was a SLC rest home. I'd spent the better part of the day beating the streets trying to find a place to live when I came across him. There was a rest home near the college. It had air-conditioning. My legs were throbbing. (Nothing more needs to be said.) He stood by the drinking fountain and was reading the obituaries pasted to the glass window with Scotch Tape. He wasn't typically dressed, blue jeans, pocket-T, you know, but he did have the beard. And he never turned away from the faces of the dead that were taped there. It was the strangest thing I've seen in a long time.