A late night visitor knocking at Tom's mountain cabin door soon sends him and his close friends into a philosophical tizzy. The knocker says he's Jesus--and he can prove it. Tom and his pals are educated, modern Americans. Of course, ther's no way the guy can be Jesus. Brash Alma constantly tells everyone that. Yet the newcomer sure knows a lot about everything. And soon coincidence begins to get pushed. But there's no way he's Jesus! That's ridiculous! Right? What if you could ask "Jesus" just one question?