God’s kindness toward me, this invisible hand guiding me toward a brighter future. Maybe it was just the spotlight, but I’m pretty sure it was God. There was Jesus, hanging out with pagans, whores, lepers and comedians again.5 I didn’t expect it, and neither did the club manager. But that’s what happens when a comedian thinks about Jesus. The bartenders notice the difference right away. “Liquor sales are down. But oddly enough, wine sales are up. And we can’t keep the breadsticks in stock.” God as a Presence