Honk If You Love Jesus

Yesterday was the first time that I have EVER wished I had a bumper sticker on my car that said "Honk if you love Jesus." Because if I DID have that bumper sticker then what happened to me yesterday could have at least given me an excuse for the insane madness!

You see, my horn hasn't worked in over a year, nor has the airbag, cruise control, or anything else that is controlled by the wiring in my steering column. We've made some pretty good attempts to figure out the problem but to no avail. Usually, I don't miss my horn. I'm not a big horn honker, except for those rare occasions when someone tries to get in my lane while I'm still in it, or tries to back over me in a parking lot. On THOSE occasions I miss my horn and find myself banging on a dead steering wheel saying, "Please don't hit me, please don't hit me!" But as a general rule, I don't honk.

But yesterday, I honked like it was no body's business. I honked so loudly and so long that it became EVERYBODY's business. When I left my house yesterday, my horn randomly honked, on its own, two short honks. "Weird," I thought. And then I followed that thought up with, "I sure hope this thing doesn't randomly decide to start working and then not shut off." (Can you guess where I am going with this?"

The exact moment I pulled into a parking space at work is the moment that my prophetic thought came true. My horn started honking, and it would not turn off, for what seemed like hours, but was probably about 10 minutes. BUT 10 MINUTES of solid non-stop honking! Imagine that scene, and my embarrassment.

All that to say, if I'd had a "honk if you love Jesus" bumper sticker, I could have danced wildly in the parking lot and people would have seen my bumper sticker, heard my horn, watched my dance and thought to themselves, "wow, she really loves Jesus." Instead they looked on in pity, shook their heads and were thinking, "seriously woman, get a new car."