I love my country the way I love my car- and I love my car. I wouldn't trade it in for a flashy little Swedish number, I appreciate the way it works for me, and I try to take care of it. I sometimes even let my loyalty rest upon it, and when I do, I think that it is important to reframe my priorities. My car is useful and safe, and even luxurious. The thing about my car, though, is that it is nothing more than a piece of this world. It holds no tie to my relationship with Christ, and although I would be very sad if I were suddenly without it, I will not let it rule over me.