The iceberg slid in on a Sunday morning when the water was as flat as a fresh sheet of tin foil. It grounded itself about two kilometres from the shoreline. Or it seemed to be grounded. No one could tell for sure from afar.
Doug Prentice was up early to turn the heat on in the church. When he spotted the iceberg through the window, he gasped so hard his lungs filled with cold incense-tinged air and sent him into a coughing fit. He scrambled out his phone and posted a photo right away: “Does anyone else see what I see? The resemblance is uncanny. #Jesus #iceberg #icebergjesus #jesusinice. He’s got to be at least thirty metres tall!” Doug’s phone throbbed with shares. He would always be proud that his picture was first.
