Jesus and Jazz

You know me.* I love music indiscriminately.

I have a real green thumb when it comes to music. If I touch a brass instrument my thumb turns green (greener). I can snap a piano in half by leaning on it with my portly elbow. When I sing in church, the choir rolls up like a scroll, and pewmates scatter like roaches. My most melodious musical performance came the time I vomited onto a banjo.

You get the picture.

But I love music, and if Jesus' resurrection had a soundtrack, I think it'd be jazz.

*Or you don't.