The Messages We Send

I started a new job in January of this year. I have to admit while I was not working, I did not miss the traffic, nor the commute- though I must say, my prior commute was not too bad. If I hit all the lights it took about 15 minutes in the morning and 20 minutes in the evening.

My new job- 25 minutes in the morning, and 35 minutes in the afternoon. Not a lot to whine about, I know. Since I started my new job a lot of the time is spent sitting through traffic lights multiple times. To amuse myself, I have taken to reading bumper stickers, they come in many different types, sayings and genres.

  • Some are funny like: I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out (I like hockey- this made me laugh)
  • Some are odd: My other car is a jetpack
  • Some are warm hearted: I love my wife, I love my husband, I love my family, I love my dog.
  • Some are silly: Beam me up Scottie- there is no intelligent life here. (it seems that way some days)
  • One of the best I have seen, and the one I love – My Father was a carpenter. (I love this)

I am pretty sure most of the folks on the road that read that one are scratching their heads thinking – HUH? I love the message, I love the fact, that the person driving was bold enough, brave enough to put his faith out there for all to see, even if most people don’t know what it meant. Then I am thinking isn’t that sad- that the message could be lost.

What message do we want to put out there? How do we treat people ?How do we want to be treated?

I try to be nice to people, I try to be kind and courteous, hold doors, say please and thank you, follow the golden rule. I know I fall short sometimes, probably most of the time. I keep trying. My Father was a humble carpenter – that through HIS actions, through his death, He died for me. For us all. Through all the silly messages I see each day- that one bumper sticker made me think about so many things. I will keep trying to be a kind, courteous person. I don’t know why this simple thing stuck with me, it did. It reminded me to just be nice to people. You don’t know what their story is.

HEBREWS 13.2- Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it.

Maureen Herzog

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