It was a hot June day in Tulsa, maybe 35 years ago, and I was attending a regional Christian conference. One of the speakers was Alan Bryan – a good ole’ boy with a heavy Alabama accent who began his presentation with those words.
It was almost delicious – these remarkable words, contorted through the accent that was almost a caricature, laid out over the audience and catching us up as if in a butterfly net. We all stared at him, wondering what was coming next.
Alan went on to explain, and then defend his title. Dogs don’t bark at tombstones. So, if you are figurately dead, content to stay within your comfort zones, afraid to verbalize your Christianity, then the dogs won’t bark at you.