A priest and a pastor from the local churches are standing by the side of the road, pounding a sign into the ground that reads: “The End Is Near! Turn Yourself Around Now–Before It’s Too Late!”
As a car sped past them, the driver yelled, “Leave us alone, you religious nuts!”
From the curve they heard screeching tires and a big splash.
The pastor turns to the priest and asks, “Do you think the sign should just say “Bridge Out?”
You know, this reminded me of something that happened to me last June on the last day of a five-week journey I took by myself in Europe. It was about Midnight and I was sitting at a bus stop trying to get a message from God about where I should go next in my life. I whispered “Where do I go?”.
A few minutes later on the other side of the boulevard a big white bus with giant black lettering on the side reading, “GO THE OTHER WAY”, rolled on by.
That was no joke, and I never really got that one up to this day, except for actually going the other way that night back to the direction of my hotel.