Day 15 – Ordinary beauty of signs

Have you ridden in a car without air-conditioning? Or driven a stick-shift?

I expect the latter more than the first unless you live in Alaska or the Great Northwest.

When I was dating Henry, his car didn’t have air because he bought it in North Carolina and compared to south Florida, well, I guess things were different then. It was also the last car we owned with vinyl seats and no a/c as husband and wife. Just sayin’ ๐Ÿ˜‰

Those were the cars of my childhood and road trips were traveled on stretches of highways lined with billboards and cows and crops. Without technology to entertain my brother and me, daddy relied onย  alphabet and counting games.

The alphabet game was played by first choosing which side of the road would be yours. Then you collected letters, in order, from the billboards on your side of the road. First one to complete the alphabet won.

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pumpkin patch sign

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Two Georges sign

I doubt that had anything to do with my affinity for signs. The older and simpler the better.

I have photos of hand lettered poster board signs on road side stands, painted advertisements on the sides of buildings, a ragged piece of wood with faded letters. We saw a simple piece of 2×4 painted white with JESUS SAVES in red letters nailed to a tree on a very winding stretch of road in the mountains of North Carolina. Some signs are gone before I can grab the camera.

There is something about the order of text that appeals to my visual appetite. More, perhaps, are the words that call to action, to do something: Stop. Look. Watch. Taste. Or the words of proclamation and announcement like: JESUS SAVES

These are messages stated clearly, simply, speaking to the audience at large not knowing if or who will respond.

Is this not the way Jesus calls to us?ย Clearly? “Come to me”

Simply? “I will give you rest.”

His words, offered in a variety of translations to make clear to all. His words, offered in red letters to single them out. His words a sign, a call to action.

His words calling and giving woven together, his words written in red on a rugged piece of wood, now written on my heart.

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Where do you find grace? Inside the church walls? Around the dinner table with your family? For years, grace was not much more than the prayer we said before meals or a biblical concept. Then I met a group of men who had, as we say, reached bottom. They welcomed me to Graceland. They showing me grace can be found in the darkest of places. I'm still searching and learning. I hope you'll want to come along.

5 thoughts on “Day 15 – Ordinary beauty of signs

  1. Annie Rim

    My first two cars were stick shifts and without a/c! Then Frank and I traded cars one day (I can’t remember why…) and he came home in such a terrible mood that that weekend we bought a brand new car. Automatic with air conditioning. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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    1. Debby Hudson

      My first car was too, Annie. My poor dad showed a lot of patience teaching me how to drive it. My mom thought we were being extravagant getting cloth seats when we bought a new car and I reminded her of our very hot summers and warm year ’round temps. Location, location, location ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. Gabriele

    My Mutti, mother, always read the signs aloud when she was in our car. Sometimes her German pronunciations of the English words were hysterical.

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    1. Debby Hudson

      I imagine that could be rather funny, Gabriele. Just adds to the travel experience ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  3. judikruis

    We played the alpha/sign game for many years. I had never heard of picking a side of the street until I drove with FL friends!

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