Liar Liar Pants On Fire

Okay, I'll come clean ... but it's not easy. Yesterday when I wrote about visiting my dad in the nursing home, I quoted something I wrote to a friend in an email it looked like this:

Also, just back from visiting my dad and I need to think/reflect on it. The most frightening moment is entering the room, not sure what you'll find. It's an emotional bungy jump, and always semi-terrifies me
> --
> but of course, it's always okay, once I see him and start to comfort him.

But I had edited it, because it actually said this:

Also, just back from visiting my dad and I need to think/reflect on it. The most frightening moment is entering the room, not sure what you'll find. It's an emotional bungy jump, and always semi-terrifies me
but of course, I find my dad AND Jesus there.

Jesus is very bossy, quickly suggesting ways to
comfort my dad as soon as I enter, making my
breath-stopping moment end. He gives much needed
relief to me, by showing me how to give relief to
others.

So, here's the thing. In our very secular high-tech world, it's easier to come out of the closet as gay, admit you cheated on your taxes and owe the IRS $2 million dollars, or casually mention you've been fired from fifteen jobs in the last three years, than, God Forbid, admit you love Jesus.