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201212200330Z Happy Moment of the Week. Papa on the back porch sofa huddled in a bathrobe with hood anxiously playing spider solitaire on iPad as Kristen drives up arriving safely from college proving that relief = happiness.
αποκαλυψις minus one and counting. Folks have been calculating and prophesying the end of the world since ancient times. It’s usually based on dissatisfaction with life and events, The Apocalypse of John being a prime example. It originated in the late first century during a time of severe oppression and persecution of Christians. The story, which we call “Revelation” is a response to fear and suffering, promising deliverance for all who remain faithful to Lord and Church; and threatening horrific punishment both for the persecutors and for those who fall away from Christ under pressure. However, the non-event scheduled for tomorrow, December 21, 2012, comes out of complex calendar systems of the ancient Mayans. On a scale of idiot, imbecile, moron, with moron at the top, imbeciles believe that human imagination and intellect controls the forces of the cosmos, and idiots buy shelters to protect themselves from the end of the world.
For myself,
as a moron, I’m counting on the Parousia tomorrow. Left Behind, I’m going up the street to the GM dealership and help myself to a Corvette convertible for Christmas. There’ll be nobody there, because those are good folks and they’ll all be Raptured, it’ll just be me walking around shopping with no salesman shadowing me. The good news is that gasoline will be free as long as the electric power is on. The bad news? I’ll be alone watching as everyone else is caught up into the clouds.
as a moron, I’m counting on the Parousia tomorrow. Left Behind, I’m going up the street to the GM dealership and help myself to a Corvette convertible for Christmas. There’ll be nobody there, because those are good folks and they’ll all be Raptured, it’ll just be me walking around shopping with no salesman shadowing me. The good news is that gasoline will be free as long as the electric power is on. The bad news? I’ll be alone watching as everyone else is caught up into the clouds.
There’s actually no reason to prepare a sermon for Sunday then, is there.
I hope they leave open the safe with all the car keys hanging inside. And I hope there’s a red ZR1.
TW