[ WP ] Jesus came back in 1996 . He has spent the last 20 years locked in an asylum trying to convince his doctors that he is the real deal . Finally after all this time he is beginning to change their minds .

`` Yes, Dr. Fish,'' he said, confidently leaning back in the chair on the other side of the desk from me. `` I am Jesus.'' 
 
 I wrote another few lines in my psychiatric notebook. I was new to this case, recently transferred to this hospital, and this was the first patient I'd had an opportunity to interview. If they were all like him, well. Megalomania, delusions of grandeur, the case file suggested that it was n't schizophrenia, as this was the only identity that he had but I should ask to be certain. 
 
 `` No, doctor, this is the only persona that I have. I am me. Yes, I am that I am.'' 
 
 He idly reached over, picked up a pen then started whirling it around his fingers. He was quite good, and perhaps I should be making more notes, so that I did n't talk outloud while I was writing them. Had I said anything? But, really, did he expect me to believe that Jesus was skilled at pen whirling? He was quite good at it, but that sort of skill just did n't fit the persona. 
 
 `` Doctor,'' he said, leaning forward and passing the pen back and forth from hand to hand as it whirled around each individual finger, `` I'm the son of God. The son, the only begotten in the flesh. I oversaw the creation of this world. Do you really think whirling a pen is going to be difficult for me?'' 
 
 He gave it one last flip and it landed neatly back in my cup. He was very good, and I could see why other staff members had listed the reservations that they had in his file. However, I had arrived late and it was almost time for lunch. I was about to say something when he spoke up again. 
 
 `` It is almost time for lunch, wo n't you accompany me, Doctor?'' He stood up and began walking towards the door, which was n't locked. It never was when I was with a patient, so that if the patient became disturbed or began acting irrationally an orderly would n't have trouble getting in. I hurriedly got up from my desk and followed him -- I did n't want to unduly antagonize him or cause him to become riled and the next stop was lunch in any case. There was no need to try to detain him or to call an orderly, I would simply accompany him. 
 
 He kindly greeted every person in the hall as we passed and I decided to take the opportunity to ask him a few more questions. It was slightly irregular to have a conversation in the halls, but my curiosity had been peaked. 
 
 `` If you are Jesus,'' I said, `` It seems as though earlier you anticipated what I was about to say. Why, why have n't you spoken up this time?'' 
 
 `` I wanted to let you marshal your thoughts,'' he said. You were n't certain what you wanted to say and I did n't want to abrogate your free will.'' 
 
 `` Well, I'm not really sure why you're here. Your file does n't indicate that you have ever been a danger to yourself or others, you did n't self check in, even if you really are Jesus, or think that you're him, I do n't see why you would still be here.'' 
 
 `` Because this is where I was needed, Doctor. I was waiting,'' he said, opening the door to the cafeteria for me. I stepped inside and paused. Everyone was sitting there, neatly lined up, looking at us, with only two seats left vacant. One seat in the very center of the farthest table, and one seat on its right-hand side. `` I've been waiting for you.'' 
 
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