It's Sunday afternoon.  A great time for the post-church, post-huge-lunch nap.

While I was sitting in church this morning, I happened to read over the words on the offering table that say "This do in remembrance of me."  I guess because I've been in a real art mood lately, the word remembrance struck me as being very similar to a well-known artist's name:

"This do in Rembrandts of me."

Which is fitting because Jesus could very well say, "There are many Rembrandts of Me."