Here in North Carolina, it’s impossible to escape the steady bombardment of Christian, usually fundamentalist, expression. The sign at the barbeque joint up the street says “Homemade peach cobbler. Praise Jesus.” When I check out at the Winn-Dixie, the cashier says “Have a blessed day.” When I greet a customer in my store with “How are you?”, the response is often, “I’m blessed,” or “I’m saved, thank Jesus.”
My favorite bakery has a sign on the counter on Fridays: “TGIF: Thank God I’m Forgiven.” The hardware store’s sign says “We love Jesus, Pres. Bush and our Troops.”
Every other car has the fish symbol. People wear T shirts with Christ on the cross. WWJD jewelry is everywhere. A neighbor tells me I “can’t know the real news” unless I listen to Pat Robertson’s program. I overhear a customer say it’s his birthday. I wish him a happy one and he says “Thank you and thank Jesus who died on the cross for my sins.”
A mother shopping with three small children says, smiling,“I’m not sure I’ll survive this!” and the stranger behind her in line rebukes her, “God doesn’t send you more than you can bear!”
At the post office, I’m sending a package to my nephew in the Marines. Chatting with the clerk, I say I’m sending power bars, and the stranger behind me says, “You’d better be sending him the power of prayer!”
My friend, who had a Gore for President bumper sticker, tells me she was getting her baby into his stroller at the mall and a middled-aged woman passing by spoke to the baby, “You should be glad your liberal mother didn’t abort you!” My friend says, “Don’t you dare speak to my child,” and receives the surprising information that “Democrats can’t be Christians.”
A co-worker steps outside to smoke a cigarette and a stranger says “There aren’t any cigarettes in Hell!” My co-worker calmly replies, “I guess you’d know,” and is subjected to a Jesus tirade.
This just pours out of people the way pleasant, social comments used to. I’ve lived here all my life, and this extreme and constant expression is new. It’s unsettling to those who are believing non-Christians, like my friend, the rabbi’s wife. It’s unsettling to me, a church-going Presbyterian.
Asked about this phenomenon, fundamentalists tell you it’s a sign of the “end times,” that God is separating the wheat from the chaff in preparation for the “rapture.”
I think it’s a sign of bad taste. And I agree with the OP. I’ve travelled in Europe a lot, and it’s a relief not to be bombarded with this stuff the way I am here.