Our Grandma is 92 years old and still gets around on her own. She writes to my sister:
Dear Granddaughter,
I just have to tell you about the most profound religious experience I had the other day. After choir practice and a rousing prayer meeting, I headed over to our local Christian bookstore, where I saw a "HONK IF YOU LOVE JESUS" sticker. Well, I was feeling especially saucy after church, so I bought the sticker and stuck it on my bumper.
Am I glad that I did! I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about our Lord and how great He is, and I hadn't noticed that the light had changed. And that's when I learned that lots of people just love Jesus! And it's a good thing that the guy right behind me also loves Jesus, because if he hadn't started honking, I'd probably still be there!
Well, he started honking like there's no tomorrow. As I sat there, bathing in the love, that guy leaned out of his window and started yelling, "SWEET JESUS! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GO!! JESUS CHRIST GO! GO! GO!!!"
What a great cheerleader for Jesus! I was so overcome with emotion that I just leaned out the window and waved and smiled at that lover of Jesus. Everybody started to honk! How amazing and uplifting! I started to honk my horn just to share all the love in the air!
One guy in particular back there yelling something about sunny beaches. Sounded like he was from Florida. I waved and smiled at him too.
Another guy was waving at me in a strange way with just his middle finger extended. You know your brother Ralphie was in the back seat, and I had to ask him what that meant. He told me it was a Native American good luck sign.
Well, I don't know any Native Americans, but as a gesture of love and respect for this brother in Jesus, I leaned out the window and using both hands, showed him the good luck sign. For extra double good luck!!
Well, your brother Ralphie just burst out laughing hysterically. I could not believe that even he was enjoying this grand religious experience!
Well, love was so contagious there that a couple or five people got so caught up in the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me. I was sure that they were coming over to pray with me or to ask me which church I attended, but then I noticed that the light had changed.
So, waving and smiling at all my new friends in Jesus, I drove through the intersection. I looked back and saw that mine was the only car that made it through the intersection before the light changed again. And after all the love we shared, I felt sad to leave them back there, so one last time, I stopped the car so I could lean out the window and show them all the Native American good luck sign before driving away.
Praise the Lord!
Love,
Grandma
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