Anyway, 2004 years ago is only
731,460 days. That's only 17,555,040 hours. Only
1,053,302,400 minutes!
So yeah, maybe it's only a short time
ago. But look, we can't even define what a "neighbor" is for
purposes of loving them. And we definitely can't define
"respect" for purposes of respecting, our parent.
And just what did God (or whoever) mean
when he (or she, or it) encouraged us to pluck our eyes out? Are eyebrows
included? Can we wax instead? If you wear contacts, should these be
removed prior to plucking?
You know what? I don't really want to
know the truth - or even the lies - about Jesus' last twelve hours. I
hope the guy enjoyed a good meal or two. He was apparently a pretty hard
worker. But anything beyond that is just too close to guessing for me to
take seriously.
Besides, even if it's all true... and
EVEN IF the depictions are accurate... I'll still be fine.
I'll be going to hell where I'll see all
the folks I like. 'Cuz I'm going to hell where all the folks I know
are.
And Timothy McVeigh won't be there in
hell to bug me.
Luckily Tim-Bob had lots of time, post
dirty deed, to accept the lord as his savior. Whew
for me.
Personally, I feel a lot better knowing
that Timmy Boy will be in heaven. When I'm in hell, I sure don't feel
like running into him and having to pretend I don't mind what he did. My
luck, Tim would want to have coffee and reminisce about Brave Heart,
Mad Max, Lethal Weapon and Road Warrior. And you know, I just
never got around to those.
I was too busy dreaming about Harrison
Ford.
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