In spite of the fact that attempting to walk with Jesus lands you smack in the middle of Mystery, I feel that Christians really have no business being superstitious. Still, as I have hinted, sometimes I am. For example, they say the first robin is a sign of spring. Nothing really superstitious about that. But how do you interpret this? The other day I was taking my five-mile walk and I saw my first robin of the season (a little late if you ask me). It was dead. On the side of the road. I almost stepped on it. I mean, really.
In other rants:
I would never claim that I am not a capitalist. Even if I don't like the idea of capitalism very much, I can recognise that I still live like one. Therefore, I am probably a capitalist. It's also somewhat telling that I always get this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach when people start talking about how communal the first century church was. I like having stuff to call "mine," even if I'm deceiving myself about it.
Still, I find things like this a little ridiculous.
What on earth is the point of having a beautiful piece of woods and pond if you're going to uglify the entire thing by slapping bright yellow stickers all over it? In the UK, people allow walking and hiking paths, complete with discrete signposts and picturesque stiles over fences, so that the public can traipse across their private property. I'm sure every so often this right gets abused, but for the most part it seems to me that people are grateful for the opportunity to stroll in beautiful places and would never dream of defacing them.
I guess the owners of this particular property wanted to be able to deface theirs in their own way. In case you think this is an isolated corner of their forest, let me give you a fuller picture.
Okay, kids, how many yellow post-it notes can you find?