The Skywriter and the Prophet23 July, 2008
(((Wife))) went down to Florida for a week to visit her family. Ahhh. Florida in July. Sounds refreshing, eh? The revolting part is, it was cooler in Florida than it was up here in Northeastern Pennsylvania.
Knowing that I am constantly on the lookout for inspiration for my blog, she kept her eyes open. She saw an American Swallow Tail Kite :
She also saw a sign outside of a church (by the time she allowed her stunned mind to accept what she was reading, she had passed the church without noting the denomination) with the usual message board: Sunday School at thus-and-such time, service at thus-and-such time, etc. Down at the bottom, it read, “Steve [somethingorother], Prophet.” Prophet?
Now I know that I don’t know everything about all the hundreds of different versions of the one true religion, but Prophet? Do they mean someone like Warren Jeffs? I was under the illusion that the early church (say about 300 or so) had declared the age of the prophet over. After all, if each generation had their own prophet who could invent (sorry, have revealed to them) new prophecies, new teachings, new rules, then the Christian unity would be fractured. What kind of church has its own prophet? Or (vice Chappie) did they just mispell profit? Maybe Steve is just profitting from the church, not propheting for the church.
She also got to see a skywriter. The message writ across the beautiful blue skies of central Florida? “Jesus Loves You.” She was offended. Not by the message, that was just the normal fundogelical nonsense which frequently slides, like diarrhea from a sick toddler, from the Chrisian right into the rest of reality. No. She was offended by the amount of money being wasted. Renting an airplane, with the proper equipment to burn oil and leave the proper smudges in the sky, and the pilot, ain’t cheap. The environmental impact, the amount of fuel used, just drives up prices for the rest of us. Maybe it was payed for by the same asshat who buys the paint for the people who write religious drivel on the highway overpasses. Or maybe it was an Hispanic gentleman named Jesus expressing his love for his girlfriend? That would, to (((Wife)), be a little more palatable.
Does the person paying for the skywriting really believe that they will actually convince a non-believer? Do they expect the atheist to look up, see the skywriting, and say, “Oh. Letters in the sky. A miracle. Now I believe. Now I am saved?” Or is this just an easy way to earn points with God — I witnessed Jesus’ love to hundred’s of thousands of people in one day. Either way, you gotta wonder at the vaccuousness of the Christian mind.