We are traveling in the land wherein any resident may find himself not particularly enjoying a sermon at one church on a Sunday morning and be then tempted and able to simply walk across the street to find another. Churches are numerous. Many are Baptist. I almost feel like a non-denominational heretic rolling down country roads in this part of the country.
God seems to be following us everywhere. His Word stalks our very mile. The application of His word populates many a billboard and sign:
Where is this land? Have we already arrived out West? Certainly not...
Have we ventured deep into the freezing cold mountain ranges? Not quite today.
Are we still in balmy, tropical climes? We wish!
Instead, we are in the Bible Belt, traveling from Alabama north and west today through Arkansas and into Missouri, ending in a wee 25 degrees Fahrenheit graciously hosted by Springfield, MO.
On one country highway, we passed by one white cross after another, each inscribed with a different verse of scripture. Ah, if only we had our bibles out on our laps rather than stashed in the luggage on the remote rear end of the vast minivan.
Perhaps I am getting old-fashioned in my increasingly old-age, but I enjoy the reminder that this country is still a Christian nation. Many Americans continue to strive to know God and to follow His command and desire for their lives.
That's a nice reminder of where I should be and what I should be doing.
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