Signs are designed to catch our attention. They alert us to danger or promote some product. Some signs, however, defy understanding. The following are signs found in real life:
- On a bag of Fritos: “You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.”
- On packaging for a Rowenta Iron: “Do not iron clothes on body.”
- On a Korean kitchen knife: “Warning. Keep out of children.”
- On an American Airlines packet of nuts: “Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts.”
- On a Swedish chain saw: “Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands.”
Wait there’s more! Thanks to Bob Gallagher for reminding me of this post.
We all struggle with identity—who we are, why we are, and what we have to offer this vast, broken world. About the time we find a scrap of worth or significance, something happens to make us fully aware of how much we lack. A harsh word. A broken relationship. A blunder or failure. Then, in spite of our best efforts at positivity or affirmation, we can’t escape the insecurity and aloneness we experience as a result. When it comes to this epidemic of misplaced identity, my friend Michele Cushatt understands the struggle first hand. Without giving away her story (which you can read in her books), Michele knows what it’s like to have the feet kicked out from underneath her, and to wonder if she’d ever again be able to stand. But she also knows what it’s like to push through the darkness, to cry out to God for grace, and to discover the miracle of a God whose purpose and presence never fail, regardless of what may come.
Happy Lighten Up Monday! Sometimes we just can’t admit to ourselves who we really are… can you relate?
Happy Lighten Up Monday! If you wrote your own vows at your wedding, you’ll probably relate to this clip from my friend, Bob Smiley.
This year’s political race often reminded me of the squabbles of my children. As we would ride to church, they would sit in the back seat and fight over senseless things, hurling personal insults at one another.
This is my side of the car!
You are breathing on my side of the car!
Her breath stinks!
She’s looking at me!
It’s enough to cause brain damage. How does a parent deal with that kind of quarreling?