Jesus loves donuts.
I know this because I read it in a wonderful novel: American Savior,
by Roland Merullo. A best-selling and award-winning author, Merullo tends to
inject subtle donut and/or hockey references into his books. I read Breakfast with Buddha in 2012 and Lunch
with Buddha in 2013. Both are gripping stories with believable
characters. They traverse America in pursuit of food and spiritual nourishment,
but neither novel features a character who loves donuts as much as Jesus.
On the campaign trail that crisscrosses the United States—Jesus
is running for president—the candidate orders his modern-day disciples to stop
at donut shops.
The Savior is no goalie, though, as implied in the Boston expression
about Espo scoring on a rebound. But he could be a forward or defenseman,
according to the narrator. A wise-cracking and skeptical TV reporter, Russ is a
regular Doubting Thomas who wants to
believe.
He suggests that this Jesus he’s just met could be as manly
as hockey player sitting in the sin bin and a man who has not lost an ounce of
his feminine kindness.
Jesus, in Merullo’s depiction, feels like a good friend. The
sort of fella with whom I could discuss benevolent anarchy. The kind of guy who
would sing a song by the Carpenters with me. A
dude with whom I could break bread or donuts.
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