One evening, a group of unlikely poker players gathered around a wooden table in a small inn just outside Nazareth. There sat Jesus, Buddha, Zeus, and Loki—yes, *that* Loki, the mischievous Norse god—ready to play the most divine game of poker in history.

The game started smoothly. Everyone knew the stakes were high, not in gold or riches, but in heavenly bragging rights. Jesus, as always, remained calm and peaceful, his hands neatly folded around his cards. Buddha sat next to him, serene as ever, sipping tea instead of ale. Zeus was already frowning, though, sensing lightning in the forecast, and Loki? He was up to something, as usual.

As the cards were dealt, Zeus couldn’t help but glance at Jesus, muttering, “I bet you always get good hands, don’t you?” His voice rumbled like thunder.

Jesus smiled and replied, “Well, I do have a history of miraculous turns.”

Meanwhile, Loki was trying to subtly conjure extra cards under the table. But Jesus, ever perceptive, just raised an eyebrow and said, “Loki, I see what you're doing.”

Loki blinked innocently. “What? No one’s seen this trick in ages. It’s practically vintage!”

The game carried on. Jesus remained calm, never bluffing but always knowing exactly when to fold and when to raise. Zeus was getting frustrated, his pile of chips dwindling. Buddha, somehow, never won or lost any chips—he was perfectly balanced, as always. Loki was getting sneakier by the second, pulling cards out of his sleeves, and Zeus finally snapped.

“Enough of this!” Zeus yelled, slamming his hand down. “I’m the king of gods! I should be winning! Lightning, smite my enemies!”

Before Zeus could summon his thunderbolts, Jesus calmly raised a hand. “Zeus, remember what I said about turning the other cheek?”

Zeus huffed, lowering his fist. “Fine, fine. No smiting today. But only because you asked nicely.”

At this point, the pot had grown enormous, and it was down to one final hand. Loki, feeling smug with a pair of aces he’d definitely not acquired legally, slid all his chips into the middle. Buddha simply smiled and said, “I fold.” Zeus, with a stubborn glint in his eye, followed suit, unwilling to lose more. All eyes turned to Jesus.

Jesus looked at his cards, then at Loki’s mischievous grin. With a gentle nod, he matched the bet.

The tension in the room was palpable. Loki flipped his cards over dramatically. “Ha! Read ‘em and weep! Aces over kings! Even you can't beat that!”

But Jesus, still smiling softly, revealed his cards—two simple pairs, twos and sevens.

Loki cackled, already reaching for the pile of chips. “I knew it! I finally beat the Son of God!”

But before Loki could celebrate too loudly, Jesus gave him a calm look and pointed to the cards on the table.

"Look closely, Loki," Jesus said with a twinkle in his eye.

Loki stared, and his grin slowly faded. The last community card on the table was…a two.

A hush fell over the table. Buddha smiled knowingly. Zeus gaped, unable to process what had just happened. Jesus had a full house, twos over sevens.

Jesus stood up, gathering the chips with a serene smile. "Sometimes, it’s not about what you have," he said gently, "but how you play it."

Loki threw his hands up. “This is *so* unfair! I can’t even bluff my way past *you*!”

As Jesus headed for the door with his winnings, he turned back and said, "Don’t worry, Loki. The real treasure was the fun we had along the way.”

And with that, he disappeared into the night, leaving the rest of the divine players shaking their heads, wondering if they’d ever win against a guy who could turn water into wine and lose gracefully, but somehow *always* win.