I once saw Jesus in a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich, but I ate it anyway.

There's an old, storm damaged tree back in my home town of Quincy, IL that's got scars that look like Jesus. Or least people think so (he's supposed to be holding a lamb). If you were to go to the place that picture was taken, turn right and walk about 100 feet you'll stumble over the gravestone of my parents. Now, I remember when the branch on that tree was torn off in a windstorm and I've seen the scars every time I go there. Trust me, Jesus ain't there. But then, whatever rocks your boat....