One of the strangest things we humans do is name our vehicles. I know several people who have named their cars. Bessie. The Silver Bullet. Ye Olde Bucket of Bolts. You know how it is.
When I was younger we had two cars; two station wagons to be precise. And we named them. Woody was a boat of an Oldsmobile and had that good ol’ wood paneling, while The Pup was a little maroon Chevy wagon. It sure cleared up any confusion regarding which car we’d be using.
Dad would say, “Get in The Pup,” and we would. I kinda miss The Pup. But that’s beside the point.
The point is, some people (or places) have this vehicle-naming thing down to a science (an art?).
Take Kenya. There, they not only name the vans (“matatus”) used for public transportation, they also proudly splash the names in bright colors on the sides, the front, or the back. My sister kept track, bringing a list of the best back with her.
Among my favorites:
“Flossy the Biomagnetic Force” (I think this is at the top of my list)
“Princess Daina [sic]”
“Tolerance of Women” (not to be confused with another, “Tolerance of Ladies”)
Onward.
Weddings have been on my mind quite a bit lately. My cousin got married this month. Two close friends of mine got married last weekend, and two more close friends are getting married in 8 days. I love weddings. Especially weddings between believers who are walking by faith and growing in the Lord.
Pastor preached on “The Greatest Wedding Ever” last night. That marriage ceremony will take place between Christ and his bride – us. The church. Revelation 19 is an awesome picture in the truest sense of that word. Here’s part of it:
Revelation 19:6-8 “And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth. Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready. And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.”
What do I say to that? Only that it is incomprehensibly wonderful. What a glorious, gracious God we have!
Made for Eternity 
It’s a weird sort of comfort to know that Flossy the Biomagnetic Force is still alive and kicking in Nairobi! Thanks for stirring up those fun memories. 🙂 I’m glad to read about your time with the tribe. Sounds lovely!
Love,
Aunt Laura