Well, here it is. Seven-seven-oh-seven. Let every good Christian fast seven days, march around the country seven times, and toot on a ram’s horn seventy-seven times. Maybe we’ll finally wake God up.
Having a God who’s slow and deaf is such a pain in the bahakas, don’t you think? That’s what the prophets of Baal decided just before Elijah hacked their heads off. And in the American church, we’ve arrived at something similar. El-Olam, the everlasting God who created all the universe has somehow become like us: a dull old croaker, impossible to rouse.
"You thought that I was just like you..." Psalm 50:21
You guys go ahead. Fast, I tell you. Flagellate yourselves. Shun your meats and sweets, your pork chops and cheesecakes. Yeah, verily, behold: ‘tis a good repose from the untold years you’ve glutted those bodies and sullied those minds. Go on, now.
I’ll be right over here, praying and watching, munching on steak and gummi worms.
Once we’ve wearied ourselves of being busy spiritual supermen we may finally hear the still small voice, together.
I spent this all-important cosmic day chatting on the phone with DG and my sister, playing a video game with my son, and making my wife laugh so hard her pregnant belly nearly exploded. Tonight we’re going to Perdue stadium to watch the Shorebirds and see some fireworks. I’ll stay up till midnight so I can stumble into church tomorrow, unwashed and fifteen minutes late.
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5 comments:
We have gummi worms? You must be hiding them. Out with it, now! Share!
I think prayer is okay. Be nice.
I WILL NOT BE NICE, WOMAN!!!
Go shoot out a booty-scootin' poot.
I paid as much attention to 777 as I did 666 last year which was next to "not at all".
Steak and gummi worms sound like an interesting mix.
It sounds like you have a fun evening planned. Awesome.
Chris, you didn't celebrate 777 OR 666?!
I CAST THEE OUT, WOMAN!!!
I'm holding out for 888
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