We went to Bethlehem Marketplace Sunday afternoon. It’s an annual event put on by Calvary Baptist Church here in Warren.
I’m always kind of surprised when people are shocked that I will gladly reference the Bible, sing a hymn, and am even able to step foot inside a place of worship without bursting into flame.
Okay, the last one kinda surprises me too, if I’m honest.
But I’m always amused at the confusion people seem to encounter when faced with the apparently mutually exclusive truths that 1. I am agnostic but 2. I recognize literary, poetic, rhythmic, and harmonic beauty in things that are religious in nature. Apparently, two things cannot be true? I don’t know. I don’t understand humanity.
I think maybe people are under the impression that religious icons, music, and symbols somehow imbue those who partake in them with the dogma of their origin.
Anyhow, we like Bethlehem Marketplace because it’s a fun, immersive experience in both storytelling and history.
Here’s the proof that I survived a trip through the belly of a Baptist church and lived to reserve belief in anything without empirical evidence of its validity another day:
Oh! Oh oh oh! One of the merchants had a real chicken in a box. And as you can see I’m still way too excited about seeing a chicken, just as I was when I originally saw said chicken.
So there’s that. Why I showed such an inordinate emotional response to a chicken and not the live sheep at the end, which are mammals like me, I don’t claim to understand. But it is what it is.