I have a strange fascination with bumper stickers. Not because I enjoy them, but because I can’t stop studying them like some kind of roadside archaeologist trying to piece together the life story of a complete stranger at a red light.
Some vehicles look normal from a distance, but once you pull behind them, you realize the rear hatch has become a rolling scrapbook of human chaos.
There are the travel collectors. Every state park, beach, cave, and mountain ever visited is stuck on the back window. Tiny faded stickers proudly announce places visited sometime during the Clinton administration. Half of them are peeling off like the car got a bad sunburn. Others have been shredded by the rear windshield wiper and are waiting for GooGone treatment.
Then come the family stickers.
The once cheerful stick people have now evolved into entire cinematic universes. T-Rex families eating stick people. Zombie families are seen chasing other humans. A stick figure fisherman dragging another stick figure behind a boat. Somewhere in America, somebody spent actual money on these stickers. Somebody walked through a store, stopped at a rack, and said “I MUST buy this sticker of a lizard pointing at me with the words “Get off my tail”…THAT will deter all tailgaters for the rest of my life.”
And what are all the acronyms?
“DG.”
“MC.”
“PBF.”
“NK.”
Am I supposed to know what these mean? Is this a sports team? A secret society? A plumbing union? A cult? I often look around at other drivers, hoping one will roll down the window and shout out the meaning…hasn’t happened yet. So I just make up the meanings…Dirty Gremlins, Musty Carrots, Peanut Butter Friends, Napping Kings…it’s a fun game until the light turns green.
Some cars are so covered in stickers you wonder if the driver can still see out the back window. Their entire personality has been laminated and applied with adhesive backing for the world to study.
But honestly, maybe bumper stickers reveal something important.
The Bible says believers are “living epistles,” known and read by all men. Whether we realize it or not, our lives are constantly displaying messages to the world around us.
If someone followed behind our life for a while, what would they read?
Bitterness? Pride? Anger? Vanity?
Or would they see kindness, humility, faithfulness, and the grace of Christ?
If your life were the back of a car, what would it be plastered with?
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