AT THE CRACK OF DAWN…

I always see this billboard for a fastfood on my route coming home from work. It says, “STOMACH GROWLING?…”  It always nails it! I’m always hungry coming home and I bet so are the thousands of other commuters who pass that sign. And the food on the photo appears to be the only fast solution in a world of the starving working class.

Two weeks ago, on a stoplight, a guy came down from his car (that got me scared) and started knocking on the window of the truck beside him. They had a short talk and the driver of the truck gave something to the guy before the light turned green. It was a business card. I figured the guy was interested in plumbing services. It was on a ad wrapped all over the truck.

When we used to live in the other house, I would pass by this corner before the bridge. It had some railings with ever-changing signs everyday. Banners, some digitally printed, some handwritten…for instance saying, “Happy 18th Birthday, Kylie!”, “Congratulations, Dorothy!”, “ANGIE, WILL YOU MARRY ME?” Here’s a phonecam shot of the spot:

I just looked around me and it dawned on me how much our world is governed by signs. Can you imagine going into the men’s room if you’re female (though, I’ve done that several times in my life at the University, accidentally of course — I could never seem to memorize where the designated toilets were especially inside the library!!!) Can you imagine driving into a One-Way path, especially counterflowing on a freeway entry? A Dead-End? Stepping into carless elevator? Can you imagine a world without street signs? (I’m already having a hard time navigating through a well-mapped area…so much more turns and alleys and streets that have no names?)

I mean, how will the world be without signs?

Chaos, right?

So…how will our spirits be without taking some time to rest, pray, listen with our hearts

and receive the most important of all signs?