Tom Swift Writer’s Notebook

I’ve mentioned before that if you’re into religious worship the temporary hometown has you covered. That is, of course, as long as you’re a God fearin’ Christian. Many of the countless houses of devotion are striking because of their arena-like size. Others I take note of for their ability to save me even as I pass by at 35 miles an hour.

Pictured is one of my favorite parking-lot sermons. Among other powerful aspects, it makes me wonder whether there is a Declaration of Independence from Sin that I could sign and, if so, what such a document might say. Smart-ass that I am, I didn’t think too long on it. I just came up with a few lines on my own:

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all church-going men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights that they should not fritter away to Satan with drunkenness, cursing or masturbation, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness (so long as at least one foot remains on the floor).

This post was added on Wednesday, July 09, 2008 by Tom Swift at 23:29 and is filed under Down Dixie.