Safety

It’s ironic that this post follows the last. I was listening to the radio and deeply in thought about this when the previously mentioned incident occurred. A contributing factor, no doubt.

Our local Christian radio station has a problem. I don’t think they know it. Their promotional campaigns over the last five years have been centered around the idea of how safe they are for one’s whole family to listen to. G-rated. Oh, yeah. Southern-fried, Bible-belt wholesome. With all the fecal matter being flung about the airwaves today, it’s a logical thing to latch on to and sell. It certainly is a defining factor among the choices out there. But there’s something about it. I can tune in occasionally and find it tasty and enjoyable. Uplifting even. But then there’s this bloated feeling. Yes, I remember that feeling now. Like what you get from junk food. That big greasy cheeseburger goes down really well. But then there’s that aftermath of empty calories. There’s that pot growing under my navel. It’s junk food for the soul. It’s familiar. It’s convenient. It’s safe. Oh yes, it’s safe all right. I think that’s the problem. Dangerous will grow you if it doesn’t kill you. Safe? Well, safe will just kill you. Eventually.