Yesterday in need of an outing and crochet hooks (mine always landing in that liminal place with errant socks, stitch markers and equity securities), I drove to Hobby Lobby.
There, while trying to divine the difference between the self-striping kitchen cotton and the variegated, I keyed in to the store's background music. The song emanating from the sound system was, unmistakably, "Were You There When They Crucified My Lord?"
Hobby Lobby's founder is deeply religious, and that's all well and good, but promulgating images of the crucifixion in the minds of customers happily shopping for glitter glue and raffia seems like odd retail strategy. Surely there are other less grisly hymns?