There is a vague childhood memory floating around in my head of a sign along the highway near my home outside Charlotte, NC that ominously declared: "Prepare To Meet Thy God." It could bring on a vague sense of unease and judgement just riding past it. I could picture an invisible god just behind it, angrily looking down his long nose with a frown and a face that said, "Now you are REALLY in trouble." I would pedal on as hard as I could to get past it without getting struck by a lightening bolt.
Looking back, I realize that I wasn't sure what I was in trouble for with this god, but I clearly got the message that between who he was and who I was, there was nothing but disappointment and punishment. I couldn't tell you why I was condemned, but I was certain somehow that I was, even if it seemed a bit unfair.