Christian Tailgater


A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy street. Suddenly, just in front of him, the light turned yellow. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

The tailgating woman was furious and repeatedly honked her horn, screaming in frustration, as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, while also, dropping her cell phone and makeup.

As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very stern looking police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up.

He took her to the police station where she was searched, fingerprinted, photographed and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, 'I'm very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you and cussing a blue streak at him. 'I noticed the 'What Would Jesus Do' window sticker, the 'Choose Life' license plate holder, the 'Follow Me
to Sunday-School' bumper sticker and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk; naturally... I assumed you had stolen the car.

(HT Ben Witherington and thanks to my friend, Steve Gerich for passing it along to me!)

Comments

  1. Anonymous4:44 PM

    Again -

    ACTIONS speak louder than words!!!

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  2. Anonymous7:24 AM

    Keith,

    ???

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  3. I agree with Keith! (meaning: roll on the floor laughing my head off)

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  4. Anonymous5:25 PM

    This is a funny post, although not enough to warrant my rolling on the floor.

    Seriously, is this what we are going to have to do with others who "Talk the Talk, but do not Walk the Walk?"

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