Jesus or UFOs?
As these apparent end times quickly approach, battle lines are drawn betwixt two sets of believers, and while one cannot deny the unprecedented activity in the heavens there are those of us who - caught in the eddy between two maelstroms - await the final verdict. Are these signs indeed the foretold biblical angelic trumps of Revelations marking the second coming of Christ...or UFOs?
I've heard convincing arguments on both sides.
In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. Inside this house there is a level where no elevator can go, and no stair can reach. This level is filled with doors. These doors lead to many places. Hidden places. But one door is special. One door leads to the source. It is protected by a wall great and high, which has twelve doors and atop the twelve doors are twelve angels and names written thereon are the names of the twelve tribes of the children of Isreal. Only the One can open the door, and only during that window can that door be opened.
The fact that we - mankind, can self-ambulate; move from point "A" to point "B" under our own power fascinates me. Admittedly moreso now that I'm 40-pounds lighter. I seek places to walk, never turning down an opportunity to do so. Walking always leads to more walking. The more I do, the more I want to do. This reminds me of a time when I was in the Air Force and photogoot and I used to kayak. The idea that the only way to cross a body of water was through the motions of our own arms - carried out to the nth degree, our very survival was dependent upon our own fortitude, our own force of will.
Of course in the light of day, decisions made under duress seem downright foolish, though its hard to describe the feeling of panic a cacophony of noise or an eerily dark silence can bring lest its been previously experienced. Reconciling those decisions after the fact gives rise to justification in order to mask our weaknesses.
I've never sold my birthright for a bowl lentil soup, but I could see it going down that way. Hell, I'd sell my soul right now for a finger of single-malt Scotch and an ice cold bottle of Shiner 101. I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
Jesus-freaks roll their eyes at the ignorance of UFOers while the UFOers laugh uproariously at the arrogance of Jesus-freaks, each of them wrapped up so tightly in the folly of the other they're blind to the shackles which limit their own range of motion; "Blest be the tie that binds." As for me, I took the road less traveled, and that has given me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, and it looks a lot like that scene out of Independence Day. Or not.
I've heard convincing arguments on both sides.