Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Missionary Man

This time, it's a van, bumping generic hip-hop out the windows to any and all in a two block radius.

I check in the cab to see what kind of person thinks we're all interested in his music, and notice the "I ❤️ Jesus" t-shirt he's draped over the passenger side headrest. Then I hear the blandly earnest lyrics, rapping about blood, salvation, and the usual calamity, as I'm sure he intended me to.

I wonder about the man in a van and his "mission," and I wonder if he feels right with God as he drives around, kicking out the Lord's jams.

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