Signs speak. They are always calculated to get a response. A lot of thought goes into some of them. And, like the jingles of commercials that stay with us for decades, they remain in our memory after trips, like the signs I saw in Kenya years ago. One, obviously aimed at tourists familiar with a few words of Swahili, read "RAID... kills dudus dead."
I saw this sign in the window of the drug store drive through a few weeks ago. It caught my attention right away, first because of that big bold 'Quit' word emblazoned in the center. :) I've never been a quitter and would almost rather die than quit anything. But, secondly, it piqued my interest because it encourages people to lay aside cigarette smoking. Personally, I am allergic to cigarette smoke and have never smoked, though my whole family smokes, except for the ones who are quitting. So, when I saw this sign, I liked it immediately, despite the fact it had the bad word on it.
Yes, here is my kind of sign! That's me... "Don't Quit Vicky." What, you don't see my name on the sign?! But, this is why I have friends like Rami Kantari on Social Media. Connect to Rami on Facebook or Twitter. Who needs all the negatives out there? Give me good advice. Tell me to keep going. Inspire me. After all, I am Vicky. I'm a winner. My name means victory literally. And, you can't lose unless you quit. I don't believe I will log in one day and find Rami saying, "Give it up, Vicky!" No, Rami wouldn't do that.
I saw the above sign on the wall near the restrooms of the local Lowes Home Improvement Center in December. Yeah, the ironic twist there of a desire for nothingness from an employer caught my attention right away. It is so true, too: Safety is a non-event. Let's make nothing happen today. I appreciate the last line urging the employees to remember who they are working for today. The paycheck they bring home is not as important as the Mamma and Daddy that makes it home safe.
The sign at the left is almost a hilarious anomaly. I pass that when driving through Carrollton. It makes me laugh with its "Don't do anything!" appearance. The first time I saw it I was reminded of the expression, "You can't get there from here." Well, you can get anywhere from here. It just depends on where you want to go.
Here's one of those signs you don't want to see because it's possibly bad news, but hurry to read anyways because you want to be safe. We'd just bought this exact leaf blower, and hadn't used it yet. Sure enough, the bar code matched ours. We need to return it. But, if it's bad news give it to me straight. Don't hold back the negatives when they're needed.
The last sign on the right was at Zaxby's among the funny signs they collect. (Yes, I love signs almost as much as I love Zaxby's chicken.) This sign is humorous because it says nothing in essence. There is no message. What good is saying nothing?
Not only so, but it seems fitting that we've returned God's words to the air in which He breathed them. Cyber space is synonymous with airspace. Cyber comes from the Greek word for helmsman on a ship, meaning simply control system. In the invention of computers, man has attempted to assign hardware to each particular task the human brain performs, and have succeeded at making a small scale mock up in the large of our central nervous systems. Even though these "brain models" are less cumbersome everyday, they come nowhere close to the intricacies of function and thought of which a 5 year old child such as my nephew Timmy is capable. He received a computerized robot for Christmas that not only came with a remote control capable of numerous functions, but you can control it with your Android or Iphone. And yet, Timmy's brain is capable of an infinitesimal number of neural connections every hour, allowing him a level of functioning and a speed of thought and speech that I dare a Scientist to approach in the next thousand years with computer hardware.
So, what exactly are we improving with tech? I'm not sure about that myself. Take a person on life support for example. Life support involves computerized aspects, yet it doesn't provide life itself. They are lying if they tell you the machines are all that is alive in the patient. Only God creates life. The machines that feed a patient only support that life that already exists. If I were lost in the woods awaiting rescue and it grew dark while I hovered close to a fire for safety and warmth, I'd pray my fire burned through the night. If I saw the flames were faltering, I'd search carefully around the perimeter for more wood to throw on the fire, anything to keep it going... even the books I cherish and always seem to have at least one of on me if need be, I'd toss liberally into the coals. But, if the fire faded and I knew I only had hours left of warmth and safety, I'd never stamp out the dying flames just because I knew it was a lost cause anyways. That's the way it is with living beings. Every rescued victim of fire, drowning, torture, or near death experience that has ever been saved has died anyways... eventually. But, firemen today will climb into a burning building somewhere to pull an old man out of the flames. Why would they do that? Because it is not God's time for the old man to go.
My point being that there is great value in the one thing we started with when the doctor caught us from our Mother's womb. Every mother knows the delivery doctor doesn't do much actual delivering lol. Its the nurses who deliver. The doctor just breezes in and waits in the right spot at the last moment like a catcher with gloves on. If Mamma's lucky, the baby pops out safe and screaming. Life is the pearl of great price. Everything else just prolongs its existence. If we have this pearl of life, do you suppose there is an ultimate purpose for us being here? You don't find "accidental money" in the bank. Deposits are made purposefully. Somebody makes the deposit. Life is a "gift from God." Today God has deposited maybe 24 hours into our life account. For what do you suppose He wants us around?
Woe to them that are at ease in Zion, and trust in the mountain of Samaria, which are named chief of the nations, to whom the house of Israel came! (Amos 6:1)
Let me tell you what else is valuable. Do you have a Pastor who values life? You'd see the value if you were on life support with a pastor saying it was God's will for the machines to be turned off. I pray for the soul of the "evening wolves" who stand by the sick bed and breathe those blasphemous words to the loved ones of the dying. You see, there are those who are misguided, and those who misguide. I guarantee you my Pastor would never guide someone to end a life. If you don't know where your Pastor stands on issues of life and death, then I urge you to find out. If he does not value the life God created, then he certainly can not value God's Words, in which case you don't need to hear a word he has to say. Get out. Escape now while you still can and find a Bible-believing church.
It's true that some people don't feel the need for a "person" to advise or counsel them. Some don't feel the need or desire for church at all. I suppose they have "Living wills." That may work out for them, providing more people follow their wishes after they are unconscious than when they are awake and speaking. Sure, we all have had experiences where our wishes were not carried out in day to day life. But, I want to know I have someone to speak up for me when I am speechless. After all, they say a man who is his own legal counselor in court has a fool for a client. No matter how eloquently a man writes on his own behalf, it would still be fool-scrap.
What profiteth the graven image that the maker thereof hath graven it; the molten image, and a teacher of lies, that the maker of his work trusteth therein, to make dumb idols? Woe unto him that saith to the wood, Awake; to the dumb stone, Arise, it shall teach! Behold, it is laid over with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in the midst of it. But the LORD is in his holy temple: let all the earth keep silence before him. (Habakkuk 2:18-20)