People look at me funny sometimes and I’m never sure – is it that I look particularly striking or has my mild colour blindness resulted in some sort of style aberration worthy of widespread disdain? Or is it because Jesus makes them jealous of me?
This morning for instance, on the train, it’s a boring ride in so I decide to tear it up a bit. First I jump up and strike a pose with my iPod that’s suitable for framing. Then, because I'm listening to my Oh Happy Day gospel playlist, I shout out a few times, you know the whole Can I Get A Witness routine?
I get a few funny looks. They’re probably just wondering where I got the Praying Hands shorty robe I often wear in transit. Or maybe they’re confused by the contrasting belt which has racing flames on it that I suppose could be taken for the fires of hell. A little juxtaposition goes a long way.
A complete disdain for organized and disorganized religion should be encouraged. But once in a while if y’all just sat down (not with me) and got your gospel groove on, the world would be a better place.
No Christians, Muslims or Jews were harmed in the writing of this post. If they were, it was their own doing.
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