On vacation, we passed through Webb City Missouri, a quaint little midwestern town. In the middle of town, up a large hill, was a mutli-ton statue of hands folded in prayer. On the pedestal under those hands were the words, “Hands in prayer, world in peace.” It was a nice sentiment, even if only a platitude. Down the hill, just under those hands was an American Howitzer surrounded by flags. Surrounded by pomp and circumstance. Surrounded by flowers. Surrounded by tokens of American worship.
Our platitudes of prayer are so often undermined by our objects of worship. Pray for peace; worship war.
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