“The earth is the Lord’s and all that is in it,” reads Psalm 24. If that’s the case, and if God is at all like me, then “ticked off” might describe a godly reaction to the view from the highway near my house.
In the midst of the purple mountain majesties, under cloud-swept
skies, tower three pristine crosses. The middle one is taller, of course, and flanked by a duo of American flags that are just barely visible, from this vantage point. (Note the pictured traffic, too–a gasoline tanker, for crying out loud.)
Certainly my church isn’t perfect (I wouldn’t deserve it if it were; I was practicing the consumption of fuel even as my outrage sparked along behind the tanker), but the responsible congregation’s ludicrous, ugly, and blasphemous projection of these synthetic, lit-up-at-night behemoths onto such serene mountainry commands only lament.
What, in the name of all that is good, were they thinking?
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Second Sister
preach it, Brother.