My gran was religious so she had this giant picture of Jesus on her bedroom wall. It always freaked me out as a kid. It didn't help that when my brother and I stayed and we were messing around she would make us sit infront of said picture and demand the truth, telling us that Jesus knows when we are lying. Tbh my brother and I were little shits and always lying to cover our arses. We even broke Jesus legs from the cross above her door by throwing a ball to one another between the bedroom and the hall so we hid the evidence inside her underwear drawer, like she wouldn't see it!
![Woman shrugging: light skin tone :woman_shrugging_tone1: 🤷🏻♀️](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f937-1f3fb-2640.png)
She did give us a bollocking over that but told us when we were older she thought it was hilarious when she found legless Jesus in her underwear.
My gran was a lovely woman.
![Grinning squinting face :laughing: 😆](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f606.png)
when she passed away a few years ago no one wanted the picture as it freaked us all out so it went to the charity shop.