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What comes to the surface, something just bubbles up doesn’t it. Flotsam like bits from a sinking ship or depth-charged submarine breaking up, one never knows. It’s Sunday morning, my too early breakfast was black coffee and salmon salad rolled up in a leaf of butter lettuce. 

Kristen is home from college for the weekend, Friday evening we went to Sue’s on 390 for supper. Always good, about the same menu as their ancestor J Michael’s at PCB except that Sue seems to have toned down the peppery cole slaw. Linda had rutabagas.

Kris will be driving back this afternoon, putting her Papa in the insane asylum for hours waiting for the text “I’m here.” 

Sunday School this morning: what? A bit of Wisdom literature and then if there’s time, discuss Paul’s promise to the Thessalonians that those who die before Jesus returns will not be left out of the apocalypse. In fact, a trumpet will sound and they will be raised first and raptured to the clouds along with the living, everybody gathered up in the air. Did it ever occur to Paul that he may have been mistaken or that it was a bizarre metaphor. Or was it a metaphor as he meant it? Dying painfully martyred in Rome, did he wonder what went wrong? 

Does Paul’s 1st Thessalonians 4:13-18 have it right? As we finish up the church year and head into Advent, which, surprise surprise, is as much about the Second Coming of Christ as about shopping days and decorating the Christmas Tree, what do you think? 

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