‘Ay, why don’t they worship Jesus, Da? They only see a tree or piece of rock fit to worship? Why ain’t Jesus on the cross? It was His.’
‘They think themselves God. They carry the weight of their jewels as their cross.’ He looked at his daughter. He knew they took even that symbol from their people long ago. ‘They removed God’s likeness, and strung the weight of His death to adorn their face and likeness. ‘Tis the true ideology of the heathens, my lass.’ He sighed. ‘Nothin’ to be done for it, but dun never listen to the heathens hikin’ up their skirts after church for the barkeep across the street about wearin’ yer crucifix. You keep God’s likeness in mind, not your own.’