Thursday, June 30, 2011

Kudzu Jesus

I believe in magic.

Even though all indications lead me to believe that certain things are not true or do not exist, I still believe in them.  No one can actually tell me that there are not faeries in the hills behind my house.  I am 100% sure that there are people among us with supernatural powers.  I will fully admit that Santa, the Tooth Fairy, and the Easter Bunny are fictional characters created for the enjoyment of children, and, more likely, the sanity of parents trying to get their kids to sleep at night, but what about faith and miracles?  There are hundreds of unexplained medical healings and miraculous happenings that are well documented across the globe.

I do believe that perhaps there are magical healing qualities in places such as Lourdes, Sedona, Machu Picchu, and Tower Mountain (Leslie County).  I believe that different faiths teach different access to the same God, and some of them tap into a more magical, if you will, realm.

I do not, however, believe in Kudzu Jesus:

Ask anyone from the South and they will tell you that kudzu is the Devil's work.  It is a plant that is indigenous to Japan, so I am assuming that it is their payback to us for dropping two atomic bombs on them during World War II.  Coincidentally, dropping an atomic bomb on kudzu is the only way to kill "the vine that ate the south."  The vine grows on and over everything in its path, and finding kudzu growing on a utility pole is pretty much an everyday occurrence here in Kentucky. 

When first reading this article, my first thought was that the fella in the news story did not actually think this was a sign from God.  He was just trying to get himself some publicity, and maybe sell a few Kudzu Jesus t-shirts or mugs. Then I noticed that he drove 90 minutes a day, an hour and a half, to his job at Ma's Hotdog House.  That fact alone led me to believe that he probably did honestly think the vine was a sign from God.  What message that sign was meant to deliver, well that is another story completely.  Perhaps Kudzu Jesus appeared to tell him to find a job closer to home or to warn him about the dangers of eating too many of Ma's Hotdogs.  I just don't know.

Although he makes a good point by saying, "It doesn't matter what you do, (kudzu) is going to be around, (and) ain't that a lot like Jesus?" I still can not accept this as magical.  If and when this weed covered utility pole performs a miracle, such as lowering utility rates or getting a Ma's Hotdog House to open in Hyden, the I will reconsider and quite possibly make a pilgrimage there.  Especially if the whole Ma's Hotdog House in Hyden part comes true.

Until then, I will cling to the old wooden cross, but mine won't be covered in Kudzu.

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