April 5th? Hmmm. That’s going to be a Monday, the day after a very good Mensa orgy – er – I mean RG in Dayton. If I go, I’ll be starting my debauchery a few days earlier, but I’ll be happy to extend it for you lot and throw in a few batches of chocolate truffles, aka chocolate heroin. This being the Rapture and all, calories, fat, etc. don’t count!
Wait a minute. :Checks calendar: For all but Orthodox Christians, that’s also the week between Palm Sunday and Easter, which is supposed to be the holiest time of the year, I think, and certainly a time when we Episcopalians are supposed to be particularly aware of our own arrogance and sinful nature. After all, part of the Episcopal Church’s tradition on Palm Sunday is to have the congregation saying en masse “Crucify Him!”, the “Him” in question being Jesus Christ. Now, my boss might make a scheduling mistake like this, but I’m assuming God won’t – it puts a serious dent in the whole “all-knowing” business.
If he’s wrong about the Rapture, can we have the Doper debauch anyway?
Eeee, Siege, what you just said–“if” he’s wrong?
Girl… [shakes head sadly]
snerk *
Jesus needs to do a quick review of His own Word, seems to me, Matthew 24:36, to be precise: “No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father.”
I’m thinking those of us who get an early start could set up a site letting people know what to wear, which drinks to bring (if it gets going in Australia early we’ll have plenty of beer) etc.
Well, he certainly seems quite comfortable with the fact that he was wrong last year, so I would guess that when it yet again fails to come off, he’ll simply shrug cheerfully and flip to “2005” in his daily planner.
