I believe in magic.
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.
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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