Forced to spend the weekend in Kansas City recently, I left my hotel room in search of something to eat that was a bit more sophisticated than barbeque, but more original than the fare offered by the chain restaurants I was surrounded 
The first sign I noticed said “The party ends in Hell.” I wondered for a moment if there was a cool after hours night club in town called ‘Hell’. After all, Denver has one called The Church. The next one was “Sex without marriage separates you from God.” That one made no sense to me at all, because God seems to be the first name that passes my lips whenever I am having a particularly gratifying sexual moment, and I haven’t been married in years. In fact I have always found orgasm to be quite the spiritual experience and I believe that it may be the ‘poor man’s path to enlightenment’ so to speak. You know, sort of like the Cliff Notes for those of us who don’t have time for daily meditation, yoga, or weekends at an Ashram.
Obviously, as an opinionated creative writer I firmly believe in freedom of speech, but there is a time and place for everything. Seeing these bearded young men, and the woman with them (who was dressed like a nun), standing around on these street corners with their judgmental signs was like watching Cirque du Soleil give a private performance for Helen Keller. What is the point? Apparently these people who lived in the area were accustomed to this display. No one paid any attention to them at all. It was as if they were invisible, which led me to wonder even more why they chose this spot to ‘do the Lord’s work’. Wouldn’t that, in and of itself, be the definition of insanity according to Einstein?

I wondered what would possess people who claimed to believe in God, and called themselves Christians, to exhibit this level of ignorance in imposing their judgments on people who were simply out to enjoy a warm spring evening. This was 