One can’t travel to Central America and not be reminded that Catholicism runs deep and wide. So, as my journey in this country came to it’s ultimate conclusion, can you guess how pleasantly surprised I was to find the pinnacle of tributes to the ‘J’ man? The Jesus Chair! Well, there he was, sitting in a non-descript aisle, all alone. So, I decided to give him some company and have a seat. Well, let me tell you, JC was tickled pink by the whole experience and he gave me a little hug with those strong carpenter arms of his. I’m in love!