I'm not Jesus, but...

I'm not Jesus, but as I stood outside on the garden terrace, in the pitch dark, naked after a hot bath, trying to cool down, I was aware that, with my arms spread out at my side, any aliens peering down at the benighted countryside below with an infrared viewer would have seen a humanoid figure, alone, beaming brightly with arms spread wide, and would have considered the humanoid legend of Christianity, and would have thought, well, that's around two thousand Earth years later, and there is talk in their book of a second coming...