The above photo was taken at Avenue C on the lower East side in Manhattan. Wow, right?
See the original on Instagram here.
If you’re like me, you’ve been watching the Internets with great curiosity as Sandy unfolded its powerful arms and unleashed the giant storm onto the northeast.
As she used her fire-hose powered water cannons protruding from her mile-wide nipples and sprayed water and winds over the northeast.
I’m no bible scholar, but I get the feeling — from an ignorant reading of biblical text — that the apocalyptic end of the world is coming soon.
Every second. Every minute. Every hour. Every week.
Every two years.
Every … shit … what comes between decade and millennia?
Centurion ski boats?
All I know is, the more time that passes between Jesus’s promise and a cataclysmic storm like Sandy … excuse me … a providentially-predicted storm like Sandy … we get closer to the almighty return.
We don’t know the hour. We don’t know the place.
But we do know that “this generation” — this one right now! — will not pass before Jesus returns.
Even so, when you see these things happening, you know that it[d] is near, right at the door. 30 Truly I tell you, this generation will certainly not pass away until all these things have happened. 31 Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away.
Keep in mind, it might be the next generation, just in case this one passes and the next one starts.
But be ready!
It’s coming. And perfectly natural disasters are ushering us closer and closer to the pending apocalypse.
By the way, I am not relieved that Cindy Jacob’s prayers were unanswered.
That means only one thing.
We are alone.
While Jesus is trying to beat Ba’al’s Angry Birds score.