I received a letter from my grandmother last wee. She is eighty-eight years
old and still drives her own car. She writes:

Dear Gavin,

The other day I went up to our local Christian  bookstore 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 thunderous prayer meeting. So I bought the sticker
and put it on my bumper.

Boy, I'm 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!

Why, 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 I 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 Margate 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 your cousin George in the back seat what that meant.
He said it was probably a Zulu good luck sign or something.

Well, I've never met anyone from Zululand, so I leaned out the window and
gave him the good luck sign back. George 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 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 Zulu good luck sign one last time as I drove
away.
Praise the Lord for such wonders.

Love,   Grandma
 
 
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Age doesn't always bring wisdom, sometimes age comes alone.