Recently I pulled up to a gas pump in Nashville prepared to pay almost $4.00 per gallon. As I got out of the car I was bombarded with very loud music coming from the car on the opposite side of the pump. (All the other pumps were occupied.)
As I put the nozzle into my car I began to be conscious of the words that were loudly pounding my brain. I heard the n-word, the f-word and many other obscenities. For some reason, I don’t enjoy having my mind filled with filth, so I tried to stop up my ears. (Have you ever tried to do that pumping gas?) Since one hand was required for the gas pump, this was the best I could do: I had one finger in one ear and I pressed my other ear into my shoulder. (I’m sure I looked like a contortionist.) However, in spite of my effort, vulgarities continued to barge into my brain.
So I looked around the pump to see what was going. A 30-something year-old woman was pumping gas into the vulgarity spewing car. Both front windows were rolled down and no one was in the vehicle.
I said: “Your car is really putting out some bad stuff.” See looked like she didn’t get what I was talking about. (Maybe she couldn’t hear me.)
So I said, a little louder: “I just heard the f-word and the n-word! Would you like it if someone said those words to you?”
She said: “My brother made that CD.”
“Well it is saying awful things,” I replied as I pulled my head back around to my side of the pump.
As I continued to pump the nasty music continued. I could literally feel evil and negativity jumping on me. Since I couldn’t block out the profanities by stopping my ears, I began to say the word, Jesus, over and over and louder and louder, attempting to get some relief from the spiritual pollution coming my way.
I had to put up a mental and spiritual fight for the next 10 minutes trying to drive the demonic words and attitude out of my mind. Now that was a high price for a tank of gas!