Dear Church with the Corny Marquee Sign

By Anne Jackson
 
Dear Church with the Corny Marquee Sign,
 
Charlotte Avenue was bumper to bumper traffic as one would expect at 6 pm on a weekday. Why I chose this route instead of taking the highway is beyond me.
 
As I inched up closely to the next stop light, I glanced up to read your old fashioned marquee sign with the archaic plastic letters, aged and tired. I rolled my eyes at your corny Christian saying.
 
After what seemed like an eternity, the light turned green and I finished my excursion to The Mecca of Things Unnecessary: Target.
 
Picking up my prescription (and contributing an additional donation of $64 to The Mecca), I traveled home, back on Charlotte Avenue once again.
 
Back to you again.
 
But instead of rolling my eyes again, I flashed back to my formative elementary school years when I’d pull down the boxes containing the same plastic letters in my dad’s workroom in the church where he was a pastor …
 
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