A woman sits, perhaps speculating about the three maidens who hurled themselves down into the river below, after hearing word that their lovers were lost in the Crusades.
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It reminds me of the Randy Travis song, “Three Wooden Crosses.” It always hurts my heart to see crosses on the side of the highway. Lives lost, people missed.
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That is a very poignant song. Thinking about RT and his life makes it doubly so.
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Good point.
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There’s a lot of the little home made shrines along the roads around here and everyday there are multiple news stories and most, sadly, involve innocents hurt by fools who drink and drive or use drugs and drive. On the other hand, in Texas I hear you folks leave armadillo monuments right in the middle of the road in remembrance of those leprosy carriers. Any truth to that?
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Armadillo corpses are a dime a dozen around here, but I wouldn’t leave a monument to one of those critters. It’s funny you mention that bc today the pastor was talking about all the possum and skunk carcasses he’s seen lately.
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That strikes me somehow as an unusual topic for a sermon. Is that part of the “go forth and multiply” philosophy?
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He was saying our sins are as rotten and stinky as those carcasses, but with Christ, we are redeemed. Let’s only multiply clean things. 🙂
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So, it was a sermon about Karmadillo. Snorf.
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Nice one.
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Those shrines always make me sad too 😦
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😢
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