Hummers for Jesus!

We have some neighbors who are lovely people, but they have absolutely no taste. None at all. They have "remodeled" their once-fabulous little ranch in a most horrific way, and have a million tacky cars (there's is a multi-generational household, I believe) but they have outdone themselves this time.

This morning, when I left for work there was a HUMMER parked in front of the house. Not only a Hummer, but a hummer with a "GOT JESUS?" sticker on it.

Whether one believes in Jesus or not, one has to admit that he doesn't seem like the type of person who would drive a Hummer. Saint Paul, yes. Joseph Smith, definitely. But not Jesus. Or Buddah for that matter. They just didn't need them.

But these people, lovely though they may be - and again, they really are a good family - belongs to the sect of "Muscle Christianity". They go to one of those big churches where they have stage lighting where the plaster angels should be, and a bad rock band where the altar should be, and not a statue or stained glass window in sight. Their services seem to consist of loud corny music that they respond to by holding their arms in the air, swaying with their eyes closed, and occassionaly bursting into tears. It's like a Journey concert without the drugs or the lighters.

To each his own of course, but I really wish they hadn't bought that Hummer. And if they had to have a Hummer, I wish it didn't have a "Got Jesus?" sticker on it. Not only is it wildly innappropriate and inordinately tacky, it's very bad grammar.