That is so exciting!
I have been preserved.
The world is still there.
The reason for, and the orchestrator of, this preservation remains a mystery to me.
Yet, I am inexplicably grateful.
Grateful to whom?
I don’t know.
Thus, I wake in trembling anticipation …
What will happen today?
Who will cross my path?
Will the postman bring some unexpected offer that will cost me nothing?
What new music will I hear?
What ancient music shall I reiterate on youtube?
What new friend will I make?
Who shall I encourage?
Who will encourage me?
How much more carbon dioxide will we pump into the atmosphere?
Which nuclear establishment will go into critical meltdown?
How will the weather be?
Does that matter?
Is the apocalypse imminent?
Is today to be the final judgement?
Will the seventh trumpet be heard? (Rev. 11:15)
“Who may abide the day of His coming?” (Malachi 3:2)
Will I behold a pale horse bearing the personification of death? (Rev. 6:8)
Will the Earth give up her dead?
I hope not; Auntie Ethel never liked me!
Will God change his mind?
Is there a Biblical precedent?
Couldn’t the Almighty send the odd squadron of celestial beings to range the skies announcing, in perfect harmony, the complete forgiveness of all human-kind?
Some would argue that He already did.
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