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Grandma Still Drives

Grandma is eighty-eight years old and still drives her own car.
She writes:

Dear Grand-daughter,

The other day I went up to our local Christian book store and saw a
Honk if you love Jesus bumper sticker.

I was feeling particularly sassy that day because I had just come from
a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting.

So, I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper.

Boy, am I glad I did; what an uplifting experience that followed.

I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought
about the Lord and how good He is, and I didn't notice that the light
had changed.

It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked,
I'd never have noticed.

I found that lots of people love Jesus!

While I was sitting there, the guy behind started honking like crazy, and
then he leaned out of his window and screamed, "For the love of God! Go!
Go! Go! Jesus Christ, Go!"

What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus!

Everyone started honking!

I just leaned out my window and started waving and smiling at all those
loving people.

I even honked my horn a few times to share in the love! ; There must have
been a man from Florida back there because I heard him yelling something
about a sunny beach.

I saw another guy waving in a funny way with only his middle finger stuck
up in the air.

I asked my young teenage grandson in the back seat what that meant. He
said it was probably a Hawaiian good luck sign or something.

Well, I have never met anyone from Hawaii, so I leaned out the window and
gave him the good luck sign right back.

My grandson burst out laughing.

Why, even he was enjoying this religious experience!

A couple of the people were so caught up in the joy of the moment that they
got out of their cars and started walking towards me.

I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I
noticed the light had changed. So, grinning, I waved at all my brothers and
sisters, and drove on through the intersection.

I noticed that I was the only car that got through the intersection before
the light changed again and felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after
all the love we had shared.

So I slowed the car down, leaned out the window and gave them all the
Hawaiian good luck sign one last time as I drove away.

Praise the Lord for such wonderful folks!

Will write again soon,

Love,
Grandma
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