It was just this week – small talk with a checkout lady about prices which led to her political comment. The line was moving, so I didn’t comment but marinated the response on the way to my car. By the time I was back in the traffic, I had given her a reply with stats that would have dissolved her reply and even made it look ridiculous. Just as I was settling down from my imaginary debate, an image of the crucified Christ surfaced in my mind. I…