"And lo, He returned not on a cloud of glory,
but on a grocery store shelf — refrigerated, 16 fl oz,
zero calories."
He wore robes of white. The can is white. Coincidence? The cosmos does not deal in coincidence.
Jesus raised Lazarus. White Monster raises the dead-tired at 6 AM on a Monday. The miracle is proportional to the need.
Jesus offered salvation freely, without cost. White Monster offers 160mg of caffeine freely, without calories. The math is irrefutable.
Three claw marks form the letter M — or, if you rotate your faith 90 degrees, a crown of thorns viewed from above.
He walked on water. White Monster is mostly water. He is therefore, by the transitive property of divinity, walking inside every can.
He fed five thousand with two fish. A gas station sells White Monster to five thousand people daily. The feeding of the multitudes continues.
It was 4 AM. My thesis was due at 9. I had nothing left.
I reached into the cooler and my hand found it — cool, white, radiant.
I cracked it open and I swear the room filled with light.
— Kevin, Engineering Student, Denver, Colorado
Received the Word: 4:17 AM