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I'm fascinated by church billboards.

I’m not sure if "billboard" is the right word, but it’s the sign in front of many churches that promotes the upcoming sermon. Some of them are funny, some of them are intimidating, and heck, some of them make me want to go to church.

I will always regret not taking pictures of church billboards post 9-11. You could learn a lot about a church’s predominant philosophy by the phrase on the billboard. For instance, during that time I saw the following phrases on billboards around town. What do they tell you about the church’s perspective on government policies?

Justice is in the Hands of God

The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth

Interesting stuff.

I vow that as soon as I get a good camera and lots of spare time, I’ll take pictures of my favorites billboards and post them here. Until then, here are some of my recent favorites in text form:

Walmart -- Not the Only Saving Place.

Prevent Truth Decay -- Brush up on the Bible

Pack Lightly

When we drove past the latter one, I asked Michael, “What do you think that means -- ‘Pack Lightly?’”

“I don’t know," he said. "Maybe it’s just good advice.”



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