We have another divine sighting. This time, God appears to have chosen to reveal himself on the underside of Mary Jo Coady’s iron in Methuen, Massachusetts. She is delighted by the selection, saying that it is a message directly from God that “life is going to be good” — and perhaps to use less spray starch on the shirts. It is a truly modern parable of moving from the Shroud of Turin to Mary Jo Coady’s iron.
This is still better than bird droppings or griddle grease, here.
Coady, 44, says that the image is proof that “he’s listening.”
What is most interesting is how difficult it was for Jesus to make appearances before the invention of grills and irons. Consider this labor intensive effort:
 While they were still talking about this, Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, “Peace be with you.”
 They were startled and frightened, thinking they saw a ghost.  He said to them, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts rise in your minds?  Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.”
 When he had said this, he showed them his hands and feet.  And while they still did not believe it because of joy and amazement, he asked them, “Do you have anything here to eat?”  They gave him a piece of broiled fish,  and he took it and ate it in their presence.
 He said to them, “This is what I told you while I was still with you: Everything must be fulfilled that is written about me in the Law of Moses, the Prophets and the Psalms.”
 Then he opened their minds so they could understand the Scriptures.  He told them, “This is what is written: The Christ will suffer and rise from the dead on the third day.”
That was before Mary Jo Coady bought her iron.
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30 thoughts on “Jesus Appears to Massachusetts Woman . . . And He Now Does Shirts!”
I have called, it is $1.99 per minute. I don’t know if the guy on the other end is for real but he is helpful nonetheless.
He did say that miracle requests are $3.99 per minute but at that point my phone card expired and I have never called back.
Did you know you can call a particular phone number and begin a relationship with Him?
Jesus is burning-up, hot-as-fire, and flat-out-mad-as-hell.
You are both right QC & LK.
That iron portrait likeness does resemble de Vinci’s “Moanin’ Lisa”
What would you expect from an agnostic? I guess one doesn’t need starch to make things stiff any more–just a few glasses of holiday cheer. I’ll see if I can iron out the wrinkles in my thinking. I’ll have me another look at the image of Jesus on that iron again.
Elaine, it just looks like a dirty iron to you because you’re looking at it with faithless eyes; with faith and a glass or two of holiday cheer who knows what you might see? I’m having a Bailey’s as a nightcap and will revisit the iron to see if the image looks like a youthful Val Kilmer, from “the Doors” movie maybe. I’ll keep my faith and Bailey’s at hand for inspiration
It may look like fine art to you–but it just looks like a dirty iron to me.
I’d like to know how this kind of stuff makes it into the news. One would think there were other more “pressing” issues to be covered by the MSM.
Quite Contrary: “I don’t know — looks a lot more like Leonardo da Vinci to me. ”
Wow, we’re on the same wavelength on this one, it looked more like the Mona Lisa to me.
I don’t know — looks a lot more like Leonardo da Vinci to me. What would THAT signify.
Well, ifin’ that woman was as dreadful at ornin’ as I wuz, she would have holey garments as sacraments ever day of the weak.
In the 1950s, even kids had tae help iron clothes and I hated it; that and folding clothes, and warshin’ dishes, and takin’ out the trash, and…
The ‘scorched *skirt* policy’ was the only way out of that war-like duty for a yung desperado a’wantin’ to don his coonskin cap, his chaps, and ‘far his cap pistol at the injuns hollarin’ in the back alley.
You mean the talk about meanings and interpretations of words? I took Latin for four years–but I’m still no expert on word derivations–or all their connotations. I was an elementary school teacher and librarian and taught a children’s literature course at BU. Although I taught English/language arts, English was not my educational specialty. I did find over the years that it is best to be precise with words. Since so many English words have multiple meanings, I tried to be extremely careful with language so as not to confuse my students and to try to ensure that they clearly understood what I was teaching them or directing them to do.
As Strunk and White would say: Clarity, clarity, clarity. I don’t think I can provide you with the clarification you’re asking me for. Sorry.
I will admit to being pretty facile with the double-entendre and making puns. Those are two of my verbal specialties.
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