So there I was, once again, engaged in unadulterated exploration of the highest order; yes, I was out riding my bicycle on a gorgeous summer day. A journey that took me down one of the bike paths in my state. At one point, as if I heard the siren call of a beautiful mermaid to the lonely sailors out to sea, I too heard my name called to come forth; except it wasn’t a mermaid, it was an ice cream shop along the bike path. Hey, give me a break; it was a bike ride, not a forced march through the “Valley Of The Kwai.”
As I leaned against my bike, savoring every lick of my double size vanilla soft swirl, my mind was jolted from savoring licks to the Savior in general. How does that happen? It happens when one minute you’re looking down on your shirt to see if you have any ice cream dripping on it, and the next looking up and suddenly having your whole range of vision glued to the crucifix tower of a local church across the street. There it was, a large structural steel tower, and at the top of it perched a crucifix; the cross of Jesus. In America, it’s not uncommon, but what was an uncommon sight, is that right below the cross, was an array of electronic pods for relaying radio signals; yes, “the closest point to Heaven” had been converted to a cellular telephone tower! Even as I write here, I still have not come to grips with this.
In the spirit of disclosure, I will say this; I was raised in the faith of one organized religion. My faith now has evolved beyond that particular religion, and on to a more independent path. Everyone has to find their own path to spirituality, or away from it. I am at peace with myself . Having said this, I feel compelled to call out this shameless tack of revenue enhancement. Let me start with an object front, and center of so many organized religions in the United Stated, something I like to call……..oh, I don’t know……the Bible!
John 2:13-16 (English Standard Version)
Jesus Cleanses the Temple
13 The Passover of the Jews was at hand, and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. 14 In the temple he found those who were selling oxen and sheep and pigeons, and the money-changers sitting there. 15 And making a whip of cords, he drove them all out of the temple, with the sheep and oxen. And he poured out the coins of the money-changers and overturned their tables. 16 And he told those who sold the pigeons, “Take these things away; do not make my Father’s house a house of trade.”
Where do I go from here? This is not a one-off incident. Apparently the county is loaded with “houses of worship” harboring cell towers. Some Churches, Synagogues, and “Houses of God” have done better jobs at disguising, and hiding them. I’m sure that in their minds, that makes it right. Lets not stop there. How about the fact that all the owners of cell towers not located on religious properties have to pay taxes on those towers? What is the line between a “profit,” and a “not-for-profit” organization? ” What do the places of worship call these kick-backs; oooops, I mean contributions to “fund of the faithful?” Lets keep going; thousands of people will protest the sight, and placement of a wind turbine that provides clean, natural power whose prime mover; wind, does not require world war to obtain it, and yet, who ever balks about a cell tower; especially one sitting at the feet of Jesus!
As a quick digression from this observation, allow me to point out a bumper sticker I saw recently that encompassed both of our subjects. It said ” Honk if you love Jesus; text while driving if you want to meet him!”
The precedent has been set, cell towers on the steeples now, billboards on the altar latter. I see it ; “Lost, frightened, and looking for answers? McDonald’s 1/4 mile down the street on your right!” Maybe the bells, and hymns that occasionally flow from the towers can drop Ava Maria, and get paid to blast out MTV’s top 10 hits. Money changers indeed!
Why search for God, when you can sit around and wait for him to “hit you on the cell?” If he’s “not in the house,” he’s only a few electrons away; literally!