Grandmas letter

She 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, I waved at all my brothers and sisters grinning, 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

Thanks Brother Paul