There is a photo that was posted on Facebook last Easter; and again this year I found it popping up in my news feed. It shows three New York City skyscrapers lit up with crosses on Easter Sunday, 1956. The caption reads: The NYC skyline during Easter of 1956. There would probably be an uproar today.

Maybe you’ve seen it.

I decided to click on the photo and read how people were responding to it. Many people took time to post encouraging words like “Amen!” and “Praise God!” Those seem like appropriate responses. I also discovered plenty of comments related to Christian persecution (of course this wouldn’t be allowed today); and battle cries (bring on the uproar!). And, although these responses are also to be expected– they don’t seem quite as appropriate.

Worse, the words “there would probably be an uproar today” were specifically chosen to inspire just this type of response. The words are meant to invite anger and conflict. Nothing is happening to these people; they are simply Christians looking at a photo of crosses on buildings and getting worked up over their imaginations. They are angry because the crosses aren’t there now. But whose fault is that? I’m certainly not stopping them.

I wonder what would happen if those buildings were suddenly glowing with an upside down cross, or maybe some Arabic script? I’m going to assume that Christians would be just as easy-going about it as I am about all the Christianity everywhere. Granted, I am not as easy-going as I might have been sixty years ago.

Scattered among the comments were more than a few who longed for the good old days of 1956; a time when only white men enjoyed freedom, and no one would dare question Christian authority for fear of being called a communist. As an atheist woman who enjoys working outside the home and getting credit in my own name, I am not sure my life would have been as pleasant as it is now. (But I suspect that’s one of the things they find so appealing about it.)

Of course, we do fight back when Christians insist on bringing their religion into our public schools and government. If you are a person who does not understand why such things matter, please read my post: “A Level Playing Field.”

“You want me to turn my bedroom light on or off for a few hours so you can make a pretty design for your god? Sure, whatever.” What Christians do on their own time and within the law is fine with me. Their only restriction is that they cannot require others to participate. Which also protects them. You know, in case Christians ever do become the underdogs in America.

So go track down the owners of your local skyscrapers and see if they want to return to 1956 with you. And if they do, there will be no uproar from me. I stand behind your right to do that. I know that no one is picketing outside the hundreds of churches in New York City; so I am guessing a few extra crosses on privately-owned buildings at Easter wouldn’t bother anyone, either. Why not do it year round?

It isn’t like they are attempting to erect a 1500 foot Jesus in Times Square.

Look at Ken Ham. He’s recreating Noah’s Ark in Kentucky, complete with zip line courses (let that sink in)—and outside of a few court dates and opposing billboards, it’s still coming together without him facing imprisonment or a beheading. In fact, the more unpopular he is, the more money he raises. Because being unpopular is the only kind of persecution Christians can get around here. And it turns them on enough to line up with dollars in hand.

But who can they give their money to about those crosses that aren’t lighting up the New York skyline anymore?

 

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