He will rise again Once I saw a Belt buckle that said RISE AGAIN in big brass letters. I don't think it was a big seller in the Christian market, or come to think about it, the Confederate states either. (Okay, for those who can't visualize this, think of a man wearing his favorite Stetson, a red flannel rolled to the elbows and pair of Lee jeans at a local Mid-Western bar. He's playing pool with Bud, who's just gotten laid off from the grain Co-op in town. The air is smoke filled and the beer is jesus in a can. The Stetson brim dips sympathetically, casting a handsome shadow on the man's chiseled features. Firmly he twists his pool cue into the blue chalk. Your eyes pan down from these fingertips, the length of the cue, just below his grasping fist, to a belt buckle which says RISE AGAIN.)