“I’m upset with myself, and, you know, through this situation I found Jesus and asked him for forgiveness and turned my life over to God. And I think that’s the right thing to do as of right now.’”

Michael Vick

Those searching for meaning and truth in life find Jesus, Buddha or Allah after much soul-search and contemplation. Those seeking a “get out of jail” card find Jesus shortly after they are convicted of serious crimes.

Count Michael Vick among the ones who have an epiphany when they are facing a judge with a reputation of being stern and harsh.

It’s no great accomplishment to find Jesus; we live in a society where most citizens are Christians. If Vick had found Waldo, Judge Crater, Emelia Earnhardt or one of those telegenic missing white women  — that would have been something to brag about.

I’m struck by the incongruity of Vick proclaiming his religious affiliation in a public apology for a heinous crime. What the hell does one thing have to do with the other? That’s as silly as announcing: Dogfighting is a bad thing, but I’ve found the greatest fraternal organization, and I’m persuaded that joining the Kiwanis will make be a better person.

Vick’s profession of faith is a slap on the face to Christians who love and worship Jesus and didn’t turn to him simply out of expediency.

If Vick had really found Jesus, the gentle man from Galilee would have blasted him for his despicable crimes against innocent dogs.

Maybe I’m being a tad cynical, but I won’t believe Vick’s profession of faith in Jesus until he volunteers to clean the cages at an animal shelter.