I’m not a religious person. Although born and raised Catholic, after all those years of torture, magazine sales and bingo games, I realized that religion is just one big cult that convinces people to send money or they will be condemned to someplace called hell where they will spend the rest of their days with one good looking tan. We weren’t put on this earth by some guy with a deep voice who lives “up there” and sends orders to a guy in Rome who owns a lot of real estate and statues. We need thank Darwin for introducing us to the theory of evolution.
While I was driving from Boca Raton to Palm Beach this afternoon I had a vision. I thought for a brief (very brief) moment that maybe Sister Catherine was right! Because right there, in the middle of southern Florida’s beautiful, crystal blue sky, in big letters was “JESUS.” I began to think that I had one too many glasses of Sangria and this was some wild trick my mind was playing on me and that I shouldn’t be driving 90 mph on I-95.
So much for the wild visions. It happened to be someone wasting good money by hiring a skywriter to spell out “TRUST JESUS” in white smoke high up in the sky. As I was watching the spectacle unfold, I started thinking, trust who? Is this a political ad for someone running for office? “TRUST JEB BUSH.” Maybe it was an ad for a denture adhesive, after all this is Florida! “TRUST POLYGRIP.” When I saw the “JE” begin to appear, I knew I’ve just been slapped in the face with religion.
According to one website, the cost of skywriting is around $800 for up to 30 letters. Did the $800 this follower just blew turn people to Jesus? I doubt it. The money could have been given to a soup kitchen, women’s center, homeless shelter, adoption agency, abortion clinic, something that would have helped people. The only thing it did was make money for the skywriter and make me wonder, “what would Jesus do?”