"And in the morning It shall be foul weather, for the sky is red and lowering. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?"
"… those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven… then shall be great tribulation such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be… nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom… there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth… smiting of fellow servants who eat and drink with the drunken… When ye shall see all these things, know that it (the end) is near, even at the door." From "Da Bible," by Various Apostles.
Actually, it was more "Hell" than "Last Days" in Yuma. The frenetic "media" didn't help, with their forecasting… revising… reforesting… revising, then postponing… postponing. Geeze Louise, I was so worn ragged and on edge from the dire forecast that the Apocalypse itself was a piece of cake. Nothing worse than being pinned down by "presumption" in Yuma, Arizona… quoting scripture. Speaking of false presumptions…
I was reminded of my childhood while concocting this post, about what it was like growing up in an atmosphere of Atomic Bombs and zealous religiosity where, from my point of view, everything fun was a "sin." My family's day to day existence revolved around whether we would be raptured out of our fear and loathing lives before being nuked by Nikita "We-Will-Bury-You" Khrushchev. Remember the air-raid drills, how we were told to huddle under our school desks? As if that would save us from an Atomic Holocaust.
Lord. I remember a schoolmate whose dad replaced the backyard pool with a bomb shelter and stocked it with food and water. My friend and I would sit underground eating canned peaches and talk about our imminent destruction, wondering what it would be like to die from radiation poisoning should we be "lucky" enough to escape the blast. Then I'd walk home only to hear Mom and Dad talk about the tragedy of missing "second coming" over meatloaf and mashed potatoes… all the poor souls who would be left behind, get the Mark of the Beast burned onto their foreheads: 666.
"Stay right with Jesus, Mark."
"Okay Mom, I will."
It all reminds me of a passage Jim likes to quote from Persig's, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. "When one person suffers from a delusion, it is called insanity. When many people suffer from a delusion it is called a Religion.”
Anymore, I don't worry about the Rapture, or that "The Russians are Coming," or whether I'm going to Heaven or Hell; I had enough of that growing up. Well intentioned parents have been replaced by well intentioned Doctor's who now caution that I'm just a bike crash or stumble away from death. Funny thing is, I just keep on waking up :)
"Stay right with Jesus, Mark"
Cheers from Anza Borrego… stumbling over mountains and biking like there's no tomorrow… cause someday the Doctors might be right. If my parents were right, we're all in trouble.
|The Dust Cometh…|
|Scorched Earth, The end is nye…|
|Before the storm…|