For the Friday post I’m going back to a place where I know and love well and where fun material abounds: the church. How many times have you driven by a church sign that, while well intentioned, it was, let’s just say, poorly executed. These signs speak for themselves even when we wish they wouldn’t.
I don't know about you, but this sign depresses meI like this sign because Pastor Manning is letting me know that he will offend me when I come to the church by offending me on his sign. Brilliant!Hanuk, Hanneka, Hannecka. Aagh, forget this, I'm becoming a Christian!I've got nothingis that a million Christian Dollars? Like Disney Dollars? Will I be able to upgrade to a bigger mansion in heaven? Sign me up!!What?!? Isn't that from Lame-attentions 5:22 (Ok. If they can do it, so can I)Where was that sign when Oedipus decided to kill his father and marry his mother?
Dr. Bruce Waltke tells of a conversation he had with his church secretary. She asked him what the title of the week's sermon would be. He was preaching about Balaam, and being in a hurry he said the first thing that popped in to his head. Later that day as he was driving down the freeway past the church sign he was horrified to see:
"Dr. Waltke: The Talking Donkey"
Just outside Knoxville many years ago a church had a series of signs:
Turn or Burn…Jesus Loves You
Get Right or Get Left….Jesus Loves You
and my all-time favorite cliche:
Fly or Fry! Jesus Loves You!
[…] I know I’m assuming some things here. I’m assuming he is honest, that he had nothing to gain by this, and that he was simply wrong. I think he dismissed some clear statements of Jesus – but hey – I think that about some of my friends too. And they think it of me. We just haven’t rented billboards to tell the world of our conclusions. (Or have we?) […]
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