The other day I popped into a Christian Book Shop and not wanting to leave without buying anything, I bought a "Honk if you love Jesus" car sticker.
Wow, I am so glad I did!
I was stopped at traffic lights, lost in thoughts of the Lord and I didn't notice that the lights had changed. It was a good job that someone else loves Jesus, because if he hadn't have honked I wouldn't have noticed.
I found LOTS of people who love Jesus!
While I was there, a man behind me started honking like mad, leaning out of his window screaming "For the love of God, go, go!". What a fantastic ambassador for Jesus.
Then everyone joined in. I just waved and smiled at all these lovely people. I even honked a few times myself to join in with all the love.
I saw another man with two fingers stuck up in the air. I knew what this was, because the MD had told me it was a Hawaiian good luck sign. I've never met anyone from Hawaii, so I gave him the good luck back.
A couple of people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they had got out of their cars and started to walk towards me. I bet they wanted to pray with me or ask me what church I attended.
But this was when I noticed that the lights had changed and not wanting to hold anyone up, I waved to all my new found sisters and brothers and drove off.
In my mirror I noticed that mine was the only car that got across before the lights changed. I felt very sad after all the love we had shared so I slowed down, leaned out of the window and gave them all the Hawaiian good luck sign as I drove off!!
(courtesy of the Gin Co-op mailbaggage)
14 comments:
That was YOU? It might interest you to know, dear sister in Jesus, that after missing that light I had to hurry a bit to make up the time, since I was already late for work. Of course, you wouldn't know about it, since you were already on your merry way to God knows where, but as I tried to speed through the next light another twat--this one sporting a sticker that said "Zombies for Christ"--stopped short in front of me, causing a rather serious collision, made even worse by the following car hitting us both again. Damages? Total. I, whiplashed and gobsmacked by the wheel, was late for work, not for the first time, and promptly terminated by my less than sympathetic employer. How I shall keep my wife and little onesfed and off the street I have no idea, though I suppose Jesus does. I hope you are satisfied.
Sincerely,
Nat Gittenany
I'm howing! Just this week, I was amost run over by an old lady with a license plate that said "Jesus!".
So did I. ;)
Funny stuff. You have to learn to keep things in perspective, you know.
But Jesus loves you Nat, and all the liddle children as well and you obviously forgot to give a Hawaiian wave before you left the house.
Now could I interest you in a new line of 'Jesus saved me from large American gas guzzling cars' bike flags?
Roberta, take this as a warning and go and see a doctor - licence plates do not talk!
You can count me in with all the rest of the traffic, Minx.
I love my Christ with a passion in spite of all my imperfections and weaknesses.
This is all true, minx gave me the "wave" only this morning when she left for work....
Nat obviously doesn't have faith. Doesn't he know he just needs a few loaves of bread and some wine to make a lovely fish stew that will feed thousands.
Heathen.
Excellent post, Minx. Thanks for the laugh!
Worry not Gordon, the git is a familiar one! Heathen he may be, but apparently a heavily plastered one (what's new there?).
Susan? You have imperfections? Where?
Confucious, you are seeing double again! Make an appointment.
Ah thank you for the cackle, on Minxy One.
Personally, the ones I really like are the ones with the reborn fish stickers on the back of the car... They think they can drive any which way and divine intervention will save them. Given us Novapulse chickens can move at the speed of light, I normally make it before Divine does - and the intervention, I'm afraid, is usually less than divine and is frequently accompanied by the magical Hawaian sign of love and goodwill.
One day my dad took big fecker (aged about four) out for a drive. A car cut in front of them and my dad only just stopped himself from swearing. A little voice piped up from the back -
"He was a wanker wasn't he grandad?"
When he had recovered his composure, grandad told BF that he really shouldn't repeat what his dad said in the car.
"Oh no," said Big Fecker "it was mum!"
It took quite a few years to live that one down.
What was a nice girl like you doing in a place like that?
Corrupting!
Even if I was seeing double minxy.............how is 1 finger better?
That was a great smile-giver, thanks :-)
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