2 August 2013
It’s (last) Friday, and once again we’ve packed the three of us up in the car to make the trip north on I-35. We’re somewhere in northern Oklahoma or Southern Kansas, and Pete and Theo are taking their short, fitful afternoon car naps in the backseat. My travel-blurred eyes read a sign standing in an adjacent field:
“ZEUS IS LORD.”
It takes me several seconds to realize that I’ve misread it, and it actually says “JESUS IS LORD.” But I prefer to believe that the original little spot of paganism exists, to shake us out of our high-speed complacency on the interstate.