Dan and I are currently at home in the great state of Mississippi, and yesterday we took a quick trip up to Jackson to see some friends. On our way there, I saw a lot of Jesus signs, and it made me wish I was faster with my camera so I could take a picture for the blog. One of the big things I miss about living in the South is the fact that Jesus signs are all over the sides of the highways and byways in Mississippi, usually either erected by a church or some well-meaning property owner who wants to give you something to think about while you drive. Every once in a while, my dad will call me from his truck, where he's driving through some tiny little town, to tell me about a new church sign he's seen, and I keep saying that someone should make a coffee table book of nothing but photos of these signs, because some of them are truly hilarious in their grotesqueness.
The sign I saw yesterday was hand-painted in gigantic lettering, and it displayed a lack of understanding of the fact that when you're writing something down, using capital letters is like yelling at your readers. It said: "Tell JESUS about it."
The subtext, I can only assume, was "Listen, I don't have time to hear about your problems. But I know who does."
I laughed for the next ten miles. Man, I miss living here.