Who Will Save Your Soul?
Jewel, That’s Who
Riding back-seat around Texas as a wee Child, my eyes (and my young malleable mind) were often assaulted by Road-Signs, Bill-Boards et cetera.
One of the most prevalent is one which Proclaimed:
“Jesus Saves!”
Seeing such, I had often pondered…
“Saves? Save What?”
Green Stamps?
Late one afternoon on our way back to Winnsboro, I spied such a sign. Tapped my Maternal Grandmother on the shoulder (In the Front Shot-Gun Seat. I was in-the-back-seat as all good gran-children do)
I poked her in her shoulder and inquired, “Grandmother, does Jesus save Green Stamps?”
(Yes, I Was An Atheist, Even Way Back When)
She, Gran-Mama, Hard-Core-to-the-Core Southern Baptist, was not amused by my question.
She just turned her attention back to the road, With an annoyed ‘Humph’ escaping her mouth, and ignored me.
Graddaddy laughed a faint laugh though.
I Had Won.
See? I was an Atheist, Even Way Back Then.
HaHaHa & Ha!
Rider On The Jesus Storm
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Bogie! Without Bacall. What a Shame!
No!