Car after car sped by. I looked into the eyes of every face. The image of God looked back. I spent the day walking for the abolition of the death penalty in Southern Ohio. Every once in a while, someone would slow their car down, honk their horn and raise their middle finger as high as they could. Their mouths made sure their meaning was not lost, “Fuck You!” I got discouraged. Then, I got a word. The middle finger was pointing up to God as a reminder to pray for their ignorant asses.
Amen.
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