Don't Wait More

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Here’s the thing about Houston drivers. We're bad. We’re too fast, really rude and careless in some truly creative ways.

HOWEVER.

On ONE THING we all agree:

We all feel sorry for someone when we see his or her window rolled down, because we know that means they don't have working air-conditioning. And in Houston, that. is. awful.

And while we know it’s possible that the driver’s air-conditioning broke JUST THAT DAY and that she's on the way to the mechanic JUST RIGHT NOW, we also know that it's more likely that she had it checked, it’s gonna be expensive, and the family is toughing it out until the right paycheck comes along. And on this one thing we all agree:  That. Is. Miserable.

It doesn’t mean we won’t whiz by all fast and rude and careless. But we WILL throw you a sympathetic glance. We WILL say to whoever is with us in the car

ohmygawdthatsuckssobad.

This week while sitting at a stoplight, I looked over to see a light blue van with the driver’s window down. Poor thing, I thought. Then my jaw dropped. The van was wrapped in – NOTICE I AM SAYING WRAPPED HERE, PEOPLE. WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT A STICKER --  the van was wrapped in the hugest letters I’ve ever seen on the side of a van.  The wrap read:

SUFFER NO MORE JESUS IS THE ANSWER DONT WAIT MORE COME TO HIM

As I’ve confessed before, despite my efforts to be kind and good, a snarky little woman lives in my head who says mean things sometimes – and she especially says mean things when I’m driving – and SHE suggested that I check for a website if I got to drive by, because, you know, there was going to be an angle. Or a judgy bible verse. Or something.

ONLY

When I passed the back of the van, there was no website, no promo, no “Follow us on Facebook.” Not even the name of a church.

I craned my neck as I passed by to see the opposite side of the van (and almost hit the curb in the process - I told you we are careless.)

On the other side was the same message, only this time

DONT WAIT MORE COME TO HIM

was in Spanish.

I thought that over. No facebook, twitter or instagram. No website. Two languages.

I thought about the woman with no air-conditioning. I thought about her message. It was the “Dont Wait More” that got me.

Here in the culturally diverse 4th largest city in the United States, we’re all working through our grammar issues. The “Dont Wait More” touched my heart. And I thought: She must love Him very much.

She must love the rest of us as well. Grieved that we suffer, she chose the biggest letters that would fit and she made them ALL CAPS for emphasis –

the size of the letters juxtaposed against the brevity of the message conveying her sense of urgency and her great desire that we suffer no more.

DONT WAIT MORE COME TO HIM.

No matter what or who you believe in (or not), this is a beautiful thing, my friends.

Just a van with no air-conditioning holding a woman who worries that people suffer, a woman filled with a desire to extend to the suffering something that she believes will help ease their pain. Nothing in it for her. She’s just pointing them to Him.

And I don’t know about you, but looking at that van, it occurred to me that

DONT WAIT MORE COME TO HIM

Is one of the best Spiritual Call-to-Actions I’ve seen in a while.

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Are you struggling today? Don’t wait more. Talk to Him. He. Would. Love. That.