It happened at Hogansville.
I refer to the Georgia town 60 miles southwest of Atlanta. From a glance out the window, there isn't much going on in Hogansville, population 3,267. Unless, of course, you're into hummingbirds. Here, Hogansville shines. Since 1998, they have faithfully hosted an annual Hummingbird event, billed as "Midwest Georgia's Favorite Fall Festival."
But it was a sign on a tree—not a bird at a fair— that caught my eye on Interstate 85 as we rolled past the outskirts of Hogansville. The letters popped out in fire engine red on a day-glow yellow diamond shape. There were just three words on that sign nailed to the trunk: "Save Me Jesus."
Not sure it was by design, but I found a certain irony in the wording of that sign. To save us is precisely why Jesus was nailed to a tree.
1 Peter 2:24 declares of Jesus, “He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree (cross), that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed.”
"Save me, Jesus." Have you prayed that prayer? Have you asked Jesus to rescue you from the self-centered (sinful) lifestyle we all fall into? Have you asked Him to take charge of you—to be your Savior—and to help you turn away from your me-monster lifestyle?
If you haven’t, if all you have is a vague sense of religiosity with a dash of Jesus thrown in—this is your moment, and this is your prayer.
Consider it—your sign.
