Into Louisiana

Awoke this morning in the Angelina National Forest on a large reservoir. Actually we awake at about 4am when all the hunters and fisherman staying in the campground started their diesel trucks, yelled at their wives, and launched their boats. The sound of gunshot in the background (numbering in the hundreds by the time the sun rose) was comforting compared to the thought of these hunters stringing up their deer throughout the campground. Fortunately we arose later to a peaceful and bloodless scene. Martina did have to shake the spiders out of her boots though.

Louisiana. The concentration of churches we’ve seen along our road trip has always been high – and now it’s near saturation point. Some small towns have one on every main block. These are all Baptist churches.

How about this for a modern metaphor:

And here’s an exact english translation of the Greek Easter greeting and reply, ‘Χρηστός Ανέστη; Αλιθός Ανέστη.’ (I like how my iPhone does Greek corrections.)

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