Crux populi

It started in Texas with the Western Hemisphere's largest cross (a truly inspirational experience, guaranteed the billboard). I didn't find it inspiring, but it was big. When Alison awoke, I told her about it and she asked if it was on fire.

As we made our way through Oklahoma and into Arkansas, their frequency increased: roadside crosses, mega churches, fish stickers, Bible colleges, "Jesus loves you" license plate frames. It's like somebody's trying to tell us something---but what?

As somebody who's always trying to convince others he's right, it's easy to understand the urge that leads to proselytization. But I've never tried to convince another person that ghosts are real, and that's where my understanding falls off. Best of luck, people of Arkansas.