Who stole my Jesus?

Right now I have a God-shaped hole in my life that can only be filled with an 8 inch plastic Jesus.

Yesterday I went to the church to finish cleaning out my office. I snapped this picture when I was done as this is the cleanest the office ever was from the moment the painters told me I could move in. 

As I gathered the last of my stuff I realized something. Jesus was missing. That’s right. Someone had stolen Jesus. 

Also missing are the 10 Commandments which were affixed to Moses arm with a custom made peg. I find that highly ironic because not only was Jesus, the grace giver with gliding foot action missing… but so were the tablets upon which God wrote for Moses, “Do not steal.” 

I’m not offering a reward for my missing Jesus… as he is always free. If you have my Jesus, would you please leave him in my mailbox or front porch?