The Devil Billboard is back. The world-famous religious sign hangs beside I-65 just like it did forever-ago. And I’m glad about it.
The billboard sits outside Prattville. It looks as pretty as always. It displays the image of a cheerful, fun-loving Satan—who bears a striking resemblance to my Uncle Tommy Lee.
For nearly thirty years, the sign has been warning motorists to:
“Go to Church or the Devil Will Get You.”
The sign has been out of commission for a long time. Without it, the interstate has been nothing but a den of iniquity.
Now the sign is back. My wife and I just saw it. It’s pure nostalgia.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t BELIEVE the sign. But the point here is: the billboard is back, and so are the memories.
The earliest memory I have of the billboard was when I was riding in the backseat of my aunt’s car. My aunt pointed out the window and said, “Look, there’s the Devil! Doesn’t he
look just like your Uncle Tommy Lee?”
My cousin and I laughed.
It was true. The billboard featured a red creature with lanky legs, a tail, and a face that looked like Uncle Tommy Lee at a Wednesday night foot-washing service.
My cousin and I would wave at Beelzebub, yelling, “Hey, Uncle Tommy Lee!”
And, each time we passed the sign, my aunt would discuss the finer points of the Rapture. She would end her mini-sermons by playing a Bill Gaither Greatest Hits cassette.
Then, she would ask if we had sins we needed to confess. She would play the music at an earsplitting volume until we started repenting.
So we invented sins to repent of, or else we would’ve been subjected to “Pass Me Not O Gentle Savior” all the way to Greenland.
And these were my people. They believed…