Big Butter Jesus

I always mentally called it "Big Butter Jesus" because it looked like one of those butter sculptures you see in the milk producers tent at the state fair every year. The most common reaction when encountering this thing it for the first time was a slack jaw, followed immediately by the word, "Why??" Others referred to it as "Touchdown Jesus" or just "that huge, ugly statue on the way to Cincinnati." No matter what you called it, everyone who has ever traveled I-75 in southern Ohio knows it.

Or, should I say knew it?

"Big Butter Jesus" got struck by lightening last night and burned to the ground.

I simply cannot help taking delight in the exquisite irony.

We now pause for a slight commercial interruption. . .

{Let me give you a moment to revel as well. A few prompts - Pat Robertson explaining that the Haiti earthquake was a result of a pact with the devil.

Or this gem from Jerry Falwell on the September 11 tragedy, "The abortionists have got to bear some burden for this because God will not be mocked. And when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad. I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People for the American Way -- all of them who have tried to secularize America -- I point the finger in their face and say 'you helped this happen.'"

One last prize - don't forget Pat Robertson promising that God would send a hurricane to punish Disney World for their support of gay and lesbian days the park. . .}

Back to our regularly scheduled program. . .

Big Butter Jesus got fried by an act of God. . .

We always knew that Jesus was a lightening rod. . .

I can't help it. It's just too easy.

Perhaps I can best sum it up in the words of my friend Wendy, "The whole thing is so terrible and wonderful and incredibly ironic. It makes me love humans. And God."

She's a bit kinder than I am.