So my family and I just finished eating a wonderful lunch with some friends at a funky eclectic tea-room (just our style) called Mad Hatters (it’s in the ‘South-Town area of SA), and as we were getting ready to leave I saw this bumper sticker (click on the picture to enlarge).
As I walked by and saw the bumper sticker I thought, “right on,” and as I went about my day, I continued to think about the dude that owned the van. (How do I know it was a dude? Trust me if you saw the inside it was dude trash not girl trash.)
I continued to think about the van’s owner to the point that in my mind I developed a friendship with him and a concern for him. I wanted to know: What happened to him that made him feel this way? Has he been told one to many times that he is going to hell if he doesn’t stop ______ (fill in the blank: drinking, dancing, smoking, gambling, etc.) Did he grow up in an oppressive church environment? Is he tired of the partisan use of religion in public debate?
“The world may never know,” as the tootsie-pop commercial wisely stated. Maybe someday I will meet my new friend and be able to find out.
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