The province of Jesusland in which I live does not have it's own professional NFL football team. As a result, most of the population in my province cheers for the New Orleans Saints.
Saints gear, such as jerseys, hats, and shirts have become quite scarce. Bakeries have even started refusing new orders because they've been inundated with special requests for Super Bowl cookies and cakes which don the Saints name and logo.
Between advertisements, electronic billboards flash the count down to Super Bowl Sunday.
When I arrived at work this morning, I was greeted with a smile and a humongous "Geaux Saints" button.
But . . . I'm for the Colts.
Just kidding. Actually, I'm ambivalent. I'm interested in the big game and I plan to watch it. However, the only outcome I care for is an exciting, overtime nail biter. I'd hate for either team to obliterate the other. That's football at it's absolute worst.
Regardless, I wasn't all that interested in wearing my company-issue Saints button.
Another fellow stood nearby and said that he didn't like the Saints and refused his button. The person issuing the buttons exclaimed, "I can't believe you're not a Saints fan! We need to convert you; I'm going to convert everyone to be a Saints fan. This is just like us Christians against those non-believers. You need to at least support the Saints if you haven't chosen a side!"
Was this person joking?
I took a button, but I never put it on. Not after that comment.
And that's precisely the crux of the matter. The citizens of Jesusland think you need to be on their side. They are right. If you don't agree, you are wrong, dysfunctional, and perhaps the weakest link in Jesusland society. When God decides to punish Jesusland and purge the sin, the fault falls on those pesky non-believers-- be they atheists, homosexuals, or political liberals.
And apparently in Jesusland, worshiping Jesus is not enough! You need to be a Saints fan, too.
Just for that . . . I think I'll start cheering for the Colts.