[ WP ] Upon returning from a trip to the past , a time-traveler discovers that he has replaced Jesus as the figure on the cross .

I have been going to the same church since I was a child. It was just recently that I had been rethinking my faith. It's hard not to do that when working in the science field. There are few who work in that field who are n't atheists. I always felt pity for them. They never had any hope of life after death. I knew I could n't let myself become one of them. I signed up for the first mission ever taken through time. It was a small mission, led by a small department of a secretive corporation. The higher-ups called it a suicide mission, but I went anyway, under one condition: I got to pick the place. 
 
 And so I went to see Jesus. I was very careful. I followed protocol. I did n't talk to anyone. I made sure not to interfere with any historical events. But I had to witness it. So I found Jesus. And I watched as He did exactly as the Bible said. It was all true. I hit the return button on my machine. But everything was different. The corporation was gone. It was a field. I walked for a few miles before I got to a small town. A small church was the only building with a light on. 
 
 I walked inside and I heard a pastor say something. I forget what he said, because all I could focus on was the picture on the wall. It was a picture of myself on the cross. I knew at that moment I could never be seen. The picture was too perfect. It showed my different colored eyes. It showed the small scar above my lip. It showed the spot of grey in my hair. I could never be seen again, because if I was, there is no telling what might happen.
