The headline reads US woman sees image of Jesus on her iron - apparently a down-and-out Massachusetts woman noticed, when entering her daughter's bedroom, that Christ had come again, this time manifesting Himself as brown scum on the bottom of her iron. Mary Jo Coady has resolved forthwith to stop using The Holy Face Of Jesus for pressing her laundry, and buy a new iron instead.  Which seems fittingly pious to me. 

But on closer inspection, it also seems to me that even squinting really hard, you'd still have to really want to see Christ Our Saviour here:

 

AOL news has, it turns out, a small compendium of similar sightings of The Son of Man:

 

Whether your saviour is manifest in mildew, marmite, or mustard cream sauce, I reckon there's a heavy dose of your favourite flavour of pop-culture that goes into deciding the identity of the vision. While the witnesses of the above have chosen this identity (painted almost 20 centuries too late to be anything but apocryphal):

...there's a similar degree of resemblance to this one:

Of all blessed images of the Chosen One, only the Shroud of Turin could reasonably be claimed to be more likely Jesus than El Che, being 10 or 20 centuries too early...