It's 3:00 a.m. in the side yard of a shack in the worst part of town. I've got a dirty-faced baby on my hip, and there's a pit bull standing on the septic tank in the next yard over, barking his head off. My patient sits on the hood of her ex-husband's lowrider, smoking a cigarette and dumping her pills into a mud hole by the right front tire. Airbrushed across the hood of the car is a cross-eyed Jesus with open arms. She lays her hand on top of his as the still-hot engine ticks. Through tears she pleads, "Help me, Jesus, please."
The dog is silent. Sirens approach. "Just breathe," I tell her. "Everything's gonna be all right." The baby fidgets, resting her head against me, staring up into my eyes. I raise one finger, and she holds it tight. I fumble for the words again. "Just breathe."
Midnight Jesus shares fascinating, bizarre, and sometimes hilarious true-life stories of everyday people looking for hope in their darkest hours. Poignant and unpretentious, Jamie paints beauty where at times it seems none exists - from skating rinks and bars to late-night highways and lonely apartments, broken churches and run-down trailer parks, jail cells, bridge rails, ERs, psych wards, and that place over the levee where God laughs and walks through the cool, dark night.
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