Bumper Sticker Bytes for the Busy Believer

By Deb DeArmond

I love bumper stickers! They’re brief but they’re pithy. They send a message -putting it out there for the whole world to see. They’ve been around for a very long time – maybe because they strike a chord with us. It’s a little truth above the tailpipe.

Bumper stickers abound for many purposes: commercial, religious, secular, humorous, or in support of a sports team or other organization. They may promote or oppose a particular philosophical or political position. Bumper stickers support political candidates for elections. One thing is universally agreed: no matter the cause, bumper stickers are an expression of who we are, what we think and how we live.

The world doesn’t always agree with the beliefs or particular brand of Christian thinking. The funny thing is, we can see God in places never intended for that purpose by the non-believer—even the bumper of a car or sign on a billboard. I’ve been working on a book that aims to leverage an opportunity to see God through bumper sticker statements.

A social network friend posted two bumper stickers that she thought to be clever:

  • Don’t believe everything you think!
  • The truth will set you free, but first it will tick you off.

I agreed with her immediately that they were catchy, but also found them to be bytes of truth that I could quickly correlate with scripture and application for the believer. As a regular contributor to several online publications, I selected the second of these two stickers and wrote, “But God! I am Special!” It combined personal experience, and scripture, with a call to action and application at its conclusion. Response was good, and I knew that this format had appeal beyond online publication.

As I began to research the world of bumper stickers, friends, family and readers began sending me their favorites. What a wealth of material. These quippy sayings are universally accepted as nuggets of wisdom on the go. They make us smile, think—even laugh out loud.

So for the next few weeks, or maybe even longer, I’m going to share some of my favorite BS – Bumper Stickers, that is. A little truth above the tailpipe andI invite you to share some of yours as well. And remember, Honk If You Love Jesus!

 

Day 30 – Cliché a Day: The Last Hurrah

By Deb DeArmond

Today’s the day we finish up
I’m really sad to say
I’ve been surprised at just how much
I’ve loved each day’s cliché

It’s been a lesson I have learned
A discipline indeed
The classy sound of phrases turned
Fed my creative need

 

For each of the last 30 days
I wrote the stories, friend
That show just why the ol’ cliché
Is used and used again

Some say they’ve lost their edge, but still
We use them every day
They’re true, I’ll bet there always will
Be love for the cliché!

Day 13 – Cliche a Day: (The) Lights Are On But Nobody’s Home!

By Deb DeArmond

Today will be a bit of a poem

Cause we are leaving our old home

We packed our stuff and locked the door

And we don’t live there any more!

The new place is not far away

A hop, skip, and jump – we  moved today!

The old house was great, but we had to roam

So the lights are on but nobody’s home!

Day 9 – Cliche a Day: (The) Handwriting Is On The Wall


By Deb DeArmond

“We’re meeting the kids for dinner,” my hubby’s text informed me. I had just turned on my phone as we taxied toward the gate.

It had been a long day, a long week. I was tired. I had made great food choices on the road this week, which isn’t easy. And I wasn’t even really hungry. Too tired to eat, I thought to myself.

Too tired to eat? Who am I kidding? And besides, my son, his wife and that sweet grandboy were waiting. I can do this! I’ll just have something light – a salad perhaps, or maybe some soup. I don’t even need to look at the menu, and I’ll make a sensible choice. I might even feel better if I just eat a little something.

I had it all sorted out. This would be great.

Hugs all around on arrival. Sweet toddler kisses. The wet, sloppily-aimed kind that leave the cheek shiny and damp. Wouldn’t trade them for anything. So glad I came.

The menu appeared and I set it aside. I knew it well. A quick inquiry about the daily soup, and I could quickly make my choice. Clam chowder? Ooh, ick. That won’t work. And suddenly, a cold salad didn’t have any appeal.

Don’t open that menu, I told myself. All those beautiful pictures of tempting, high calorie selections. And you’re not even really hungry.

And then as if on cue, the meal at the table next to ours appeared. I could see it, smell it. It looked fabulous. I reached for the menu and discovered there were several new features.

Rats! The handwriting is on the wall. I didn’t stand a chance against the full-color photos of items from the four major food groups: salt, sugar, fat and caffeine. It’s been a long week, I told myself. I deserve a little treat. All my good intentions swept away – gone in a flash.

I admit, I enjoyed every bite. The selection did not disappoint. But the last bite was barely down when the guilt set it. I never had a chance. Or did I?

Decisions I make on the fly are typically suspect and often yield a disappointing result. The Word warns us about the risk inherent in such a process. “Do you see a man who is hasty in his words? There is more hope for a fool than for him” Proverbs 29:20 (NASB).
And although James admonishes us to be “slow to speak,” I’m fairly certain he wasn’t thinking of Red Robin.

Next time I see the handwriting on the wall, I’m going to remind myself of my commitment to healthy living and rewrite the story!

CLICHE A DAY – INTRO DAY 1

By Deb DeArmond

I wanted to share a story but hadn’t prepared, so I began to talk off the top of my head, even though time was of the essence. So in a nutshell, I needed to make a long story short. And although it was a sad encounter, I didn’t want to sound as though I was crying over spilled milk. But nothing ventured, nothing gained. So I took the bull by the horns and shared the naked truth like there was no tomorrow. I sped through the tale like a bat out of hell, flying by the seat of my pants. Judging by their reaction I knocked their socks off. I finished it up in the nick of time and felt finer than frog’s hair.

How cliché. No really – it was all cliché.

A cliché is defined as words and phrases that, although once interesting, have lost their original effect from overuse. They are considered amateurish and writers are cautioned against using them.

But we do use them, often without thinking because they fit the bill or are just the ticket (gotcha!). They are truisms. In other words they make a point in precisely the right way.

So for the each of the next 30 days, I’m going to fly in the face of conventional wisdom and blog a brief note entitled, A Cliché a Day. Each will relate to family or relationships. So stay tuned, sit tight, as we turn small potatoes into something bigger than life. You can bet your bottom dollar on it.

And although there are no less than 22 clichés in this post alone, it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Somebody stop me. I can’t help myself.