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The other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore 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 in on my bumper.
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.
I found that LOTS of people love Jesus. Why, while I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and when he leaned out of his window and screamed, "for the love of God, GO! GO!" What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus.
Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people.
I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love. There must have been 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. When I asked my teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant, he said that it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.
Well, I've never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and gave him the good luck sign back.
My grandson burst out laughing, why even he was enjoying this religious experience.
A couple of the 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 had changed.
So, I waved to all my sisters and brothers grinning, and drove on through the intersection.
I noticed I was the only car that got through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared, so I slowed the car down, leaned out of
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!

Granny Smith



                       A Letter From The Army

Dear Ma and Pa:

Am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Darrell and Brother Aaron the
Army beats working for Old Man Jones by a mile. Tell them to join
up quick before maybe all the places are filled. I was restless
at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m.,
but am getting so I like to sleep late.
Tell Darrell and Aaron all you do before breakfast is smooth your
cot and shine some things -- no hogs to slop, feed to pitch,
mash to mix, wood to split, fire to start. Practically nothing.
You got to shave, but it is not bad in warm water.
Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs,
bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, beef, ham
steak, fried eggplant, pie and regular food. But tell Darrell and
Aaron you can always sit between two city boys that live on
coffee. Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you
get fed.
It's no wonder these city boys can't walk much. We go on "route
marches," which, the Sgt. says, are long walks to harden us. If
he thinks so, it is not my place to tell him different. A "route
march" is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the
city guys all get sore feet and we ride back in trucks. The
country is nice, but awful flat. The Sgt. is like a
schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school
board. Cols. and Gens. just ride around and frown. They don't
bother you none.
This next will kill Darrell and Aaron with laughing. I keep getting
medals for shooting. I don't know why. The bull's-eye is near
as big as a chipmunk and don't move. And it ain't shooting at
you, like the Baker boys at home. All you got to do is lie
there all comfortable and hit it, you don't even load your own
cartridges. They come in boxes.
Be sure to tell Darrell and Aaron to hurry and join before other
fellows get onto this setup and come stampeding in.

Your loving son, Cecil

P.S. Speaking of shooting, enclosed is $200 for the barn roof and
ma's teeth. The city boys shoot craps, but not very good.



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