|Life In The Intersection
Laughter really and truly is the best medicine and my prescription for you on this wintery Wednesday is the following hysterical “letter” from a ficititous grandmother that was published in a community newsletter.
Traffic in the DMV (District of Columbia, Maryland and Virginia metro area) is notoriously horrendous and after hearing the driving stories on the news and from friends who traveled by car over the Thanksgiving holiday, this story had me laughing out loud and nothing is better for dissolving stress and anxiety than a good laugh.
As a note, someone wrote this “letter” to be funny; please don’t think I’m making fun of an elderly person because this “letter” could be about a driver of any age.
The other day I went to our local Christian book store and saw a “Honk! If you love Jesus” bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance followed by a thunderous prayer meeting. So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.
Boy! Am I glad I did! What an uplifiting experience that followed!
I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how good He is, and I didn’t notice that the light had changed.
It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn’t honked, I’d never have noticed that the light had changed. I found that lots of people love Jesus! While I was sitting there, the man behind me started honking like crazy, and then he leaned out his window and screamed, “For the love of God! Go! Go! Go! Jesus Christ, GO!”
What an exuberant cheeleader he was for Jesus! Everyone started honking! I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those loving people. I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! There must be a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something about a sunny beach.
I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck up in the air. I asked my teenaged grandson, who was in the back seat, what that meant. He said it was probably a Hawaiian ‘good luck’ sign or something. Well, I never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the ‘good luck’ sign right back! My grandson burst out laughing. Why, even he was enjoying this religious experience!
A couple of people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light changed, again.
So, I waved at all my brothers and sisters, grinning, and drove through the intersection. I noticed that I was the only car that through the intersection before the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared. So, I slowed down the car, leaned out the window and gave them all the Hawaiian ‘good luck’ sign one last time as I drove away.
Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!
Will write again soon!