Nobody's perfect, not even your Boy.
Fed up with the commercialization of the holiday, Jesus makes a Christmas wish of his own. When it's granted, he's forced to face the unintended consequences of life without divinity.
Jesus returns from jail to discover his running buddy Boonie has relocated from their old Compton Gardens apartment complex to the "New" Compton Gardens, where Lloyd is building manager.
After discovering the leaked video of Jesus performing a miracle, the Vatican sends two secret Vatican agents from Italy to Compton USA to kidnap "the Black Jesus" and determine if this oversized black guy is really the son of God.
The parole officer for Jesus, a friendly white dude that just wants to make the world a better place, witnesses proof of Jesus' divinity, has a spiritual upheaval and decides to stop going to work and follow Jesus.
AmBro, the head of security at The New Compton Gardens, has formed a militia to scare off drug dealers in the hood. In a show of force, his troops take over the street for a day, which screws up a drug deal the gang planned for that day.
Jesus lets Boonie have the power of Christ so he can see how difficult being the Son of God really is. While Boonie is trying to figure out how to make his new powers work for him, Jesus takes a skip day for himself.
There's a vigilante in Southwest Compton, and he's taken matters into his own hands. Jesus has to stop him before he goes too far.
Ms. Tudi miraculously scores a small business loan, and now she can open "Tudi's Wigs, Weaves and Whatnots." The Korean Bitch Mafia isn't happy the store is on their turf, and that means war.
Boonie thinks he has been possessed by the soul of a dead gangster and begins acting like a serious badass. That day, Lloyd serves Jesus papers - he's taking him to "Homey's Court" for making him sober, and to settle up for $600.
Jesus suddenly finds himself as the coach for the Compton Devils junior high football. His agenda to spread love and kindness is at odd with winning at all costs, and we see his struggle play out in the big game.
Had to argue those curls.
Please, not MySpace.