What if Jesus Doesn't Believe in Me?

It is really not too uncommon for me to drift off into a daydream when things are slow at work. And when things slow down late on a Friday afternoon, then watch out. As was the case today, when my subconscious cooked up this little dialogue between Jesus and St. Peter happening somewhere in Heaven:

SP: ...So, you know Tim as been quite devout lately...
JC: Yeah..., er, yeah, I guess...
SP: You guess? He's organized a Bible study for some of the people at his office, and he's leading the food drive this weekend....
JC: I know....I mean, I've heard....It's just that.....
SP: What are you talking about?
JC: It's just that sometimes...sometimes, I don't know if I actually believe in Tim...
SP: Jesus Christ, what are you saying? Look at all Tim has done for you!
JC: Yeah, well my Father raised me to love Tim, and I guess most my friends believe in him...it's just that I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, and, er....taking other people's word that Tim is there just doesn't do it anymore. I want to think for myself, and when I do, I'm just not sure...
SP: I can't believe my ears! The Son of God: an a-Timist!
JC: No, no, I'm not an a-Timist...I guess maybe I'm more agnostic...
SP: How can you say that? You died for Tim's sins!
JC: Yeah, I know, I know. But I mean, even though I did it, deep down I don't know if I believed I was dying for Tim...
SP: But Tim spends so much time in prayer...that's time that he and you spend together.
JC: Yeah, well sometimes on the path of life, when me and Tim are "together," it's like I glance back and I only see one set of footprints....
SP: Jesus, my friend, those are the times that Tim was carrying you...
JC: Wait, I thought those were the times that I was carrying him....
SP: Oh yeah, or something like that.....

Anyway, that's about the time I snapped out of it and got back to reality. Have a great weekend!