No wait, that’s not right. It’s Jesus made of sticks. Or rather in some branches. Just take a look at the picture over on the right and then read this snippet from the news item:
CRYSTAL CITY — Consuelo Sanchez guided her 63-year-old mother, Olga, across the street, pointing to a tree near a fence line.
“That’s the arm,” she said, pointing to a branch yielding to the right. “That’s the other arm.
“See where it’s cut right there, that’s his head.”
The elder Sanchez nodded in agreement.
OK, as an example of pareidolia, this one is pretty pathetic. As is often the case, however, things look a little better in the dark where you can let your imagination kick in (though is it just me or does Jesus look like he has breasts in that night shot?). Even then it looks like Jesus has a flat-top crew cut as is actually doing some form of interpretive dance or something.
Meanwhile the nut casesTrue Believers™ in Texas think they’ve got something truly special in their tree:
“They say something like this doesn’t happen just anywhere,” the 38-year-old daughter said. “To me, it’s a sign.”
Bzzzt. Try again. Not only does this sort of nonsense happen just about anywhere, but one need only pay attention to the newspapers to find out that it happens pretty much all the damned time with all manner of various and sundry objects. Sometimes it even manages to look quite a bit like what we imagine Jesus or the Virgin Mary would look like if they were white hippies instead of dark skinned Jewish desert people.
Ah, but this tree is special because you need to believe to see Jesus in it:
“If you have faith, you see it,” said 44-year-old Lupe Granados, who traveled from nearby Big Wells to see the tree. “If you don’t, you don’t.”
Bzzzt. Strike two. I don’t have faith, but I can see it. I’m just not superstitious enough to chalk it up as some sort of miracle from a god that has nothing better to do with his time than go around placing hidden pictures of himself in random objects.