Jesus on the elevator

Jesus appears in the oddest places.  Or perhaps, not so odd.  This is maybe more of an Easter story. Or perhaps a woman at the well story (He told me everything I have ever done).  Every once in a while someone tells me I was Jesus for them.  I usually don*t remember the conversation or the action.  I doubt the man I met on the elevator knows he was Jesus for me on the elevator, on the sidewalk, even halfway home.  When I was at Wheaton I saw him all the time, echoing Jesus as he walked.

Not so many years ago

I met Jesus on the elevator

At Wheaton,

Going down.

I had dropped off my application

To graduate school.

The woman at the admissions desk

Took the envelope,

Said thank you.

Is that it?

I asked.

Really?

Yes, she said,

Thank you.

What did I expect?

A song and dance?

Fireworks?

I met Jesus on the elevator

Going down.

He asked me what program

I had applied to.

I told him and he nodded.

You will like it, he said.

On the sidewalk out front

I discovered he worked

With my therapist.

I met Jesus on the elevator,

Talked with him all the way down.

I did not know he was Jesus

Until I was halfway home.