Public radio program This American Life ran a special report on a certain sub-culture of people whose prize possessions are their car stereos. They are called "decibel drag racers" and people flock across international borders to join them in competition. Like actual drag racing, cars line up across the track, except in this competition they will not be going anywhere. The winner is the owner of the car stereo that can play at the loudest possible decibel. Oddly enough (that is, more odd than the fact that these systems are too powerful to play music), most of the cars that win this competition are not even drivable. The world record holder at the time of this interview had 900 pounds of concrete poured into the floor of his van. Wind shields usually only make it through three competitions before cracking (and these are not normal windshields). Yet one competitor still seems to entirely miss the irony that there is no longer any room for himself in his car. "We need more batteries," he laments. "But that's all the room we have."

To anyone outside of this extreme audio sport world, "irony" is perhaps a generous word to describe the phenomenon. The TAL reporter was far more articulate: "Everybody wants to be the king of a hill," he concluded. "But the number of aspiring kings always dwarfs the number of available hills, so in this country we build more hills." I'm not sure there is a better way to describe it.

Possible Preaching Angles: (1) Pride; Ego—What is the hill that you're trying to climb so you can be the king of your little hill? (2) Idols; Idolatry—This story may reflect a silly idol, but do our idols look any less silly to God?