Ahh it's been a while since I've posted church signs from the little country chapel down the road. Not for lack of material, mind you. Material has been abundant as ever. It's just that I was starting to feel a little sorry for them, that's all. I mean, some of the signs are just really poor spellings, and one of them was actually in memory of someone in the congregation who had died, and you just can't make fun of that, even if the spacing was so bad it took us several days to realize what it said.
I was starting to wonder if maybe the church sign man/lady is dyslexic and making fun of their signs was just mean. Or if maybe all their letters were getting stolen by delinquent local teens and they were determined to get their messages out to the public no matter how many letters the devil took away from them. Whatever the case, I was feeling guilty about it.
Then last week, this sign came up.
I saw it in passing and was totally confused. Risking a car crash, I craned my neck backwards to read it again over my shoulder. What? I'd have to try again on the way home.
On the way home, I still couldn't read it, so I pulled over and took a picture.
"Are you a spector are precipitator."
Am I a ghost or a rainmaker? Hmm, I'd have to think about that one. (Maybe I'm a filtration device.)
Or my more educated guess is that it's asking if I'm a "spectAtor" or a "PARTicipator". Maybe the spelling is just really off, or they didn't have enough letters to ask me this, or maybe they wanted to be enigmatic to get me thinking? Am I going to just spectate and not wonder any further what the sign means? Or will I participate in solving the puzzle?
I'll participate. I'll blog about it.
I'm a precipitator.
P.S. For another discussion on strange church signs, check out this one from HeIsSailing.