It happened again this week: I saw a really really bad church sign that was so bad, I had to pull over to snap a picture. Which reminded me of this post from a few years back:
There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t weep bitter tears over the demise of the Crummy Church Signs blog. The guy who ran that thing gave voice to a truth that I’ve always known: church signs are a bad idea. Giving a church a marquee is like giving a dingo a baby…eventually, something’s going to go horribly wrong.
I was reminded of that truth earlier this week while driving down a rural road in the deep south. (In the south, summer doesn’t officially begin until a church sign says, “Brother, if you think it’s hot here…”)