Whereas, upon hearing about the crucifix soaking in urine, I was utterly livid,upon hearing about Jesus in a dress, having breasts, and being serviced by a manwith a big, ugly, red tongue, I was utterly calm and steadfast.
That doesn’t mean I was unafraid. My knees were unsteady
and I asked God if I was indeed the right person for the job.
Was he sure there wasn’t someone who
had a recent prison conversion who better knew the ins and outs of serving time
and committing crimes? I didn’t really even understand about bail, etc.
Those doubts were fleeting. If I could be a trucker in New York, I could and
would do this. I put on the “Tougher Than Nails” T
-shirt to draw strength fromJesus and to help feel His nearness.
I wasn’t sure about whether or not to take the crow bar inside. I thought
about hiding it in the bushes outside. Fortunately, it fit perfectly inside mydoubled over fleece jacket.The museum had a lot of people there looking at the display; the price of the
(How cheaply they spent their soul.) It took from 45 minutes toan hour and a half for an opening to occur so I could destroy the piece withouthurting anyone. I went through the lower part of the museum 2-3 times, theactual room itself I circled an uncounted number of times, then I learned therewas an upstairs and toured the topographic display of the area.
When I saw the display case, I couldn’
t tell whether it was glass or Plexiglas. If it had been Plexiglas, the crowbar might have bounced off and not brokenimmediately. That is why I hit it so hard and cut my fingers (minor scratches).The bar went through real glass like butter. Two taps from any paperweight couldhave done the job.
In the words of Mercy Me, “Such a tiny offering, compared to Calvary.Nevertheless, I lay it at your feet.”
Before going any farther, let me introduce myself to some who might haveheard from me in the past. During the 2008 election, I posted on the MikeHuckabee campaign website as Kathy4Huckabee.