Jesus, help Jolene's friend*

 

 

After a few days of continuous obsessing about him and incessant bothering him about one thing after another, I wanted to leave Jesus in peace for a moment and went to the** library to get distracted from him. There, I ran into a little acoustic gig.  As luck, or Jesus, would have it, the first song that reached my ears told of a situation that required his involvement, and urgently. So I bothered him again***.  (Sorry, Jesus).






*if she's still one.
**local
***well, not necessarily about that particular situation, which could be fictional, but generically, so to speak.