County Fairs are as American as – well you know. Children display their crafts and animals, adults pose as faux cowboys, merchants and politicians ply their trade, and cotton candy is like a sea of pink clouds on sicks everywhere you look. All the tweens are trying to lure a boy or girl with their wit and fashion. Oh, how majestic it all is. It’s fun to witness this slice of summer entertainment. The rides seem glorious, the speakers crackle with words sounding like people speaking in strange tongues, and the midway lights glow in the night like a caberet in a cornfield. I wonder how long they will be around? Soon when the last semitrailer pulls out the old men who run the fair will debate the dates, and costs, and negotiate the musical acts and all else that is “fair week” during the long barren months.
Perhaps the most enduring part of any County Fair remains the “people watching.” Ah, the entertainment – all for the entrance fee. I will keep the memory of the du-rag wearing, shaved black cherry ice eating, and the employees of the “bunny nugget” tent in my minds eye for another twelve months until that magical time of the year comes around again. I think of that passage from Acts when the flames of Pentecost burned brightly – “Parthians, Medes and Elamites; residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia…” God’s love is so amazing and wide ranging. How thankful I am that he loves us so much. Celebrate how different we are and how much God loves us in spite of how extrodinarily strange we all are.