As my kids and I walked home from church today, we passed a stake center near our home (not uncommon here in Utah to live closer to a stake center than the stake center where your own ward meets) and I noticed --as I often do, at LDS meetinghouses around the U.S.-- the obligatory row of luxury imports occupying the de facto Stake Presidency And Friends parking stalls. Today it was three near-identical Lexuses of the RX300/330/400 variety and a brand new 3-series in opal blue.
I was amused to see, under the driver's side wiper blade of all four of them, small, torn pieces of a nursery-issued, Gospel-themed Crayon colorings, on the unused side of which was scratched in red scripture pencil, "What Would Jesus Drive?"
OK, truth be told, I, feeling somewhat miscievous, wrote and left the notes.
More truth be told, my amazing commutermobile is getting long in the tooth (as in, 280k miles long and I was severly tempted several months ago by a forest green 330xi -- buttery tan leather, heated seats, nice Harmon-Kardon stereo, mmmm... And it was truly a monumental struggle for me to decide not to get the car, in large part because it would have undermined my ability to beholdest the mote in my brothers' eyes.
Anyway, strolling along Glam Row this afternoon

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