There's a bit of promotion on the billboard informing me of this reading, "Awesome is our God" as if God needs an agent.
It's God for God's sake.
God's availability is set against of a backdrop of a red setting sun ... dropping into yellow water ... with a patriotic sailboat ... somewhere near the Cockspur Lighthouse ... which seems to be directly in front of the often discussed but seldom seen Promised Land.
Apparently God likes "Folk Art" because that's the genre.
Who knew?
My first thought is, "Man that's great! It's good God's so available!"
Like everything though, doubts immediately besieged me, attacking my faith and filling me with discouragement.
"What if" Satan whispers in my ear, "it ain't God whose available but ... it's the sign?"
What?" I say out loud. "You mean money is more important than a relationship with God? In the United States of America? Get-outta-here!"
But the Devil isn't going anywhere.
"You gotta render unto Caesar," Satan kind of sings, "and in the good ol' U.S. of A. you have to make a lotta money to pay a lotta taxes which keep going up so you're forever falling behind."
I jerked the steering wheel to miss the 3000 orange cones placed in the road reducing traffic leaving the island to one lane so the one truck can water the plants in the medium.
"Look Devil," I insist once I see the flashing sign informing me of the speed I'm driving, "All I know is that I've been asking a sign from God for quite some time now and here it is! About time!"
"It's not a sign from God," Satan shoots back. "It's a sign for sale."
"Well it's a hell-of-a lot better than that wimpy thing in front of the Baptist Church! Have you seen it?"
The Devil confesses he has not.
"It says, and I quote, 'You give God the credit? Now give God the cash!'"
Satan shakes his head.
"You know," I suggest sailing through the marsh with the top down on a glorious day, "didn't you get your ass wupped the last time the Devil came down to Georgia?"
"I didn't know he had an electric fiddle," Satan snaps.
"Whatevs," I shrug. "Why don't you go bother somebody else. I've got God's phone number now and I'm not afraid to use it!"
At that moment, Charlie Daniels plays on 105.3 and I know that Satan knows he better keep his ass out of Georgia from now on.
Thank you God!
It's a good day when I get a sign from God.
