Image of Jesus Christ Appears in Tile at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport, Terminal 3
Jesus is back.
Jim Delrae Jesus Christ, that guy looks familiar!
This time, instead of appearing in a tortilla or a fabric softener stain, He's chosen a ceramic tile at Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport as His stage. The Christ's bearded visage is facing east in a floor tile at a security checkpoint in Terminal Three, home to American, Delta, and Frontier Airlines; apparently Jesus flies coach, as He's nowhere near the First Class Passengers Only sign there. How like Him!
My friend Jim, who's works for TSA at Sky Harbor, told me about Jesus. I've known Jim since 1974; we even attended Mass together sometimes when we were little kids and both still Catholic, so I knew he was dead serious when he told me that Jesus' face had appeared in the floor of his workplace. I hurried down there, and let me tell you something: As apparitions of Jesus go, this one's pretty cool. He looks a little bit more like the Zig Zag Rolling Papers man than other Jesuses I've seen, but it's definitely Him.
None of the TSA workers seemed all that interested in talking to me about Jesus. One of them said, "Yeah, it kind of looks like God, I guess," when I pointed out Tile Jesus. "All I know is, we've sure had some weirdos around here, ever since it showed up."
I struck up a conversation with one of those weirdos, an unemployed dental hygienist named Becky Martin, who was sitting against a nearby wall reading a Donna Fleisher novel when I introduced myself. "It's definitely Our Lord Jesus Christ," she told me. "He appears to us from time to time in ordinary places, to remind us that He is here with us always, being our spiritual guide."
"Couldn't He just send an occasional telegram?" I asked.
Becky was quick with an answer. "No," she said. "If He did, everyone would just think it was a fake, and His message would not be taken seriously."
"And so He appears in a floor tile instead."
"Well, a while ago He appeared on the window of the Hard Rock Café somewhere in California," she reminded me.
"And what about that guy in Ohio who saw Jesus in a bird dropping on his windshield?" I asked Becky, excitedly.
"I don't know," she said, then frowned. "I've never been to Ohio."