I, even I, am the one who wipes out your transgressions for My own sake; and I will not remember your sins. Isaiah 43:25
Among all the depressing news found in the paper, it’s refreshing to read a fun story for a change. “Wiping Out Typos Across the Country” is one such article I found recently.
Benjamin Herson and Jeff Deck are on a mission, as chronicled in their new book, “The Great Typo Hunt: Two Friends Changing the World, One Correction at a Time,” about their trek across the country to clean up signs that need spelling and/or grammar corrections. “We are with the Typo Eradication Advancement League,” Deck told a waiter in Washington, D.C., according to the article. He had noticed a “p” was missing in the “red snapper” written on the menu board outside, and offered to fix it (the waiter let him).
To do their work, the two carry Sharpies in several colors, Wite-Out, chalk and crayons so they’ll have the right materials. They used to make corrections on the sly, but now they ask for permission first. The reason for that change has to do with the National Park Service.
At the Desert View Watchtower in Grand Canyon, the pair came across a sign saying “womens,” instead of “women’s.” They added the comma and went on their merry way. Months later, the park service contacted them and accused them of vandalizing federal property. They had to fly to Arizona, hire a lawyer and plead guilty, and as punishment, were banished from the national park system for a year and had to give up correcting any signs during the same time. “We felt really bad about that,” Herson says in the article. “In the moment, we thought we were helping.”
Part of me sympathizes with them. I too have an aversion to ungrammatical signs. Commas in particular seem to be the source of a lot of problems, especially in the words “its” and “it’s.” There’s this one sign I see that says, “Living at it’s finest,” which makes me crazy every time I pass it. But unlike Herson and Deck, I’ve never had the strong urge to deface the sign just to fix it.
I’ve got a lot of typos in my life, mistakes I’ve made (and continue to make) against God and others, which need to be made right. I can’t fix them myself. But I have a Savior who’s willing and able to deal with them, and doesn’t need a Sharpie to do it: He relies on His own blood, shed on the cross to atone for all the wrong things I’ve said, thought and done. He took on my sins as His own, completely separating me from them (Psalm 103:12), and wiping them away as if they were dew on a window or a blot of ink (Isaiah 44:22; Psalm 51:1, 9).
But He’ll only do that if I let Him. “Repent therefore and return,” Peter preached from the Temple’s portico of Solomon, “that your sins may be wiped away, in order that times of refreshing may come from the presence of the Lord; and that He may send Jesus, the Christ, appointed for you” (Acts 3:19, 20).
Appointed for me! Appointed for you! To take care of all our typos!
That’s the best news we could ever hear.