Hey, friends!

Got an email today from a dude named Wolfie who asks this important question:

Dear Jesus,

I don't wanna sound like a doubting Thomas or anything but...
eh... when you held up up the flag pin in the immigrant piece...
eh... well, I didn't see any scars on your hands or wrists.

Now don't go getting all old testament on me! I know your dad can do just about anything but...

Well... I'm having a hard time believing as it is and... so...

Well... have a nice day.

Wolfie, I know that in the good book it says that after I emerged from the tomb, I showed my scars to everybody.  But, if you'll remember, like, I went to Heaven shortly thereafter.  And once you get to Heaven, your scars can be healed if that's what you desire.  I mean, let's say you died by parachuting into a harvester combine.  You wouldn't wanna go around for all eternity looking like a bunch of semi-digested wheaties, would you?

I know you folks are fond of re-visiting that traumatic episode of my life, but I don't like to be reminded about it so much.  So that's why I choose not to have those scars.  So sue me.

Also, Stormboy asks this question in the comments column: 

Is it okay to say "Jeez?"

 Sure.  I'm not sure who actually started the rumour that I care about such trivial things, but whatever.  It doesn't bother me, as long as you don't care if I yell "Storm!" whenever I stub my toe.

Anyway, thanks for the questions, folks.  And like I always said the first time I visited this world:

Be cool!

- J