I live in Small Town, Bible Belt, USA. This is on the corner of the busiest intersection of the small town I live in. There are only three traffic lights. Everybody here believes in God. There is only one professed atheist in town. He’s an attorney. The religious folks snark about his atheism, but if you want a good attorney, one who will get down to business and call it like he sees it, he’s your man. Loads of people use him when they really mean business. If you are the defendant in a suit that involves Atheist Attorney as the plaintiff’s man you know you’re in trouble. But he doesn’t have many friends. They love him while he’s chewing up their fellow Christians from eight to five. People shun him because he eats babies when he’s not in the courtroom. I digress….
Here even the lowliest drunk, the biggest scoundrel, the most dishonest business man, and the least faithful spouse believes in God and Jesus. Strike up a conversation with any one of them and they’ll tell you how God has helped them, Jesus saved them and they are heaven bound. They live like atheists and talk like evangelicals. That’s not to say there aren’t devout Christians here. This little town is full of those, too. They’re the ones who think all the others are headed straight for the smokeing [sic] section. Thus the sign.
It’s just a reminder for anyone who’s forgotten that if you don’t “get right with God” you’re headed for the fiery flames for all of eternity. Darn shame those flashing signs don’t come with spell-check.