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I was taking my annual driving tour around the old home town back in Oklahoma last week. Usually takes about 15 minutes, it's a small town. The first thing that caught my eye was a HUGE building being built right off of main street. By the shape of the structural steel you could tell it was a huge church being built. A little further inspection revealed it was an expansion of the local Southern Baptist Church. Now this little church had always had decent attendance (duh in an Oklahoma town?) and as I drove by I thought to myself that at least one business in town was doing well besides WalMart.
Being the inquisitive type I asked my brother and his friends what the story was. Turns out that a local lady was funding the whole thing. I've known this lady and her family since grade school. She always "devout" which meant that she wouldn't go to dances in high school, led a drive to rid the town's main street of it's only bar, was a thorn at the school board meetings, etc. Her first husband had died (we all believed for the relief). Somehow or another she got married to a very wealthy oilman. He built her "dream home" on a hill overlooking the town (this thing is HUGE with a staff of gardeners and housekeepers and looks like a glorified horse barn) and pretty much anything she wanted (including the bar downtown so she could ceremoniously close it down). :eyes:
Well hubby must not have been devout enough because after 5 years of marriage (just after her mansion was built) she divorced him! She got the mansion, huge alimony and a LOT of his money. Now she's easily the richest person in town and the first thing she did was buy out an entire city block, bulldoze the old houses down and endow the land and money to build our little town's only MegaChurch!
Somehow though I doubt she'd see the hypocrisy and irony of this huge shrine to her fundamentalist brand of Christianity being funded by a divorce settlement. I know that the church doesn't care and is thrilled at this windfall.
We all agreed that it will be interesting to see what she comes up with next. My old home town is now virtually run by a very rich fundie. Wish my friends, the poor heathens, well. They'll need it.
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