So, we were riding around Decatur in my jeep with the top down...

So, we were riding around Decatur in my jeep with the top down on Saturday afternoon, and we pull up to the stop light at Clairmont and Scott Boulevard. I hear this voice beside me saying, "Hey HEY, Jesus loves you! It's a beautiful day, Jesus loves you!"

I turned to my left and this very excited woman driving a big red Mercedes has her window down waving at us like we were her best friends. I was like, what the what?

So I smiled, waved back, and said "Thank you, praise the Lord." Light turns green. Off she goes in front of us on a mission, Holy Bible propped up in her back window, bumper stickers touting the virtues of the hereafter all over the back end of her $90,000 car.

We pull up beside each other again at the light on Clairemont (with an "e" now, for all you intowners tracking this accurately) and Commerce. Down comes the window again.

"I just want to share with you how much I love the Lord so you can find happiness, too! It's a beautiful day! Jesus is the reason!"

And she leans over her passenger seat to hand me this piece of paper out her window. Obligingly, I smile, jump out of the jeep and walk over with traffic waiting behind us to retrieve it. Light turns green, she waves excitedly, turns left and continues her mission. We drive away in the opposite direction.

I'm not a particularly religious person at all. In fact, I had a pretty strong departure from the church when I was 17 years old. I don't even necessarily consider myself a Christian now. I'm not very specific or hell-bent anymore about what I think life-everlasting looks like, who's in charge of it, or what's judging us up-and-down while we're here in the meantime.

For some reason, though, I've always kept my Bible on my bedside table since my mom and dad gave it to me when I was a kid. Once in a blue moon I might crack it open to reaffirm my obviously correct answer to a Jeopardy question, review how many begats there were between David and Jesus or maybe hunt down that old psalm that got twisted up in my memory over the years so I can recall a missing line or two.

When we packed up everything to move to this apartment a couple months ago, I guess my Bible got put in storage and didn't make it to the apartment. Hadn't really thought about it since then. I could kind of tell something was missing, just wasn't quite sure what it was. Then this lady pulls over and hands me this piece of paper, and I realize what I'd been missing.

So now that I have a little Bible trivia back in my life, I've got it tacked up in my bedroom as one of only five pieces of hanging art in the entire apartment. It floats right above my computer screen so I can glance over it every now and then while I'm working. For many reasons, it brings me a little smile, so I thought I'd share it with you just for kicks.

Enjoy.