I used to be a commuter and every day, rain or shine, snow or fog, I made my way to work. I waited behind busses, and crawled through detours and automatically swerved around potholes. I knew where the deer crossed and the patch of highway that ices first. Some days I saw the sunrise, some days it was the sunset, some days I arrived at work on autopilot and realized I had no idea how I got there.
On my commute I drove by six churches, eight if I took the scenic route. Their signs reminded when Sunday School started and times of their many worship services. Some churches have enough sign space to include motivational messages.
Those are my favorite ones.
I don’t know who changes the signs in front of these churches, perhaps the congregation takes turns. I never saw anyone moving the letters around I just know that I would look over and read the sign and the next time I go by it was different.
I appreciate an ever-changing sign.
Some signs made me grin on the mornings when I read:
Our church is like fudge, sweet with a few nuts.
Tweet others as you would like to be tweeted.
Each day as I cruised by, I read these signs and eventually became addicted to the words. I checked the signs every day and when the words changed, so did my drive.
He loves me, he loves me, he loves me, there is no “not”.
Where there is no vision people perish.
We are not perfect just forgiven.
Just what I needed to hear.
Then there were those days when I was worried or tired or seemed to never have enough hours in the day. The church signs sent me messages:
A diamond is a piece of coal that stuck to its job.
A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.
A good pill to swallow is your pride.
Those words I think, were put there for me.
I had those days too, when I had no motivation and those drives started out wrong with the promise of getting worse. Those rainy days, those snowy days, those days where I wanted to be anywhere but in my car. Then a sign reminded me:
A grateful mind is a great mind.
A smile is a light into the window of your soul.
A wrong train of thought can lead to a wrong station in life.
For the compete article see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.