Yesterday Scott and I drove from Gettysburg all the way to Salamanca, New York. The drive was my best motorcycle driving ever- very curvy, with long portions up and down big hills, which we could just coast down for miles. One weird moment- a gigantic white cross standing on a hillside all on its own, confronting all who drive by it.

Never understood the impulse to do that. BELEIVE IN JESUS! I, THE CROSS ON THE HILL, BESEACH YOU! I suppose the hope is that it’ll be striking enough that a person will be shocked into faith? Lots of examples of that in the Bible… personally I’d trust God to do that kind of work.

Anyway the only thing I was struck with was the thought that I need to be taking more pictures.