As a self-taught authority on all things Biblical (we call ourselves Bibliophiles) I look to the sky today prayerfully, with wonder and hope. Darkening clouds wash hestitantly, with a real pretty trepidatiousness across the dome of heaven, seeming to portend a gentle fall of rain on our blessed state of California. We pray instead for a unicorn-annihilating downpour like the one that prompted that guy to build a big boat in the Old Testament book of…Rains. O Lord, remind us of the Book of Rains and the promises made there in the immediate wake of all that hollering and drowning. Let the faithful be reminded every time we lift our eyes and are gladdened by a rainbow that this miracle is but God’s promise to probably not get mad again, as foretold in the book of Rains. “And after 40 days and nights the dark clouds parted and the Lord sent a rainbow over the mud-covered lands where no living thing crept but the earthworm and slug and a few other yucky hermaphroditic losers, saying ‘Behold the wrath of the Lord your God who in his judgement washed clean the sinful Earth, sparing only slugs and stuff because, honestly, you need hands to really sin big. Heretofore I shall span the sky with a symbol of my so-so promise to probably not do this again’.” Let today be the breaking of that promise from a Lord known to run pigs off cliffs and set bushes on fire, because we really need a lot of rain. Let us join hands — Malachi, I said HANDS! How many times do I have to tell you?!
Noah’s Arc
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- Ararat and the True Flood
- ノアの箱舟の物語は、私たちを教えることができるもの
- ¿Qué historia del arca de Noé nos puede enseñar
- Bible Stories
- Bible Study
- Bridget Bardot Nude on a Unicorn or Maybe Just a Regular Horse
- California Drought
- California's Prayer for Rain
- ce arche L'histoire de Noé peut nous apprendre
- mitä Nooan arkki tarina voi opettaa meille
- Noah's Ark
- Truth About Noah's Ark
- was die Arche Noah Geschichte kann uns lehren
- wat de ark van Noach verhaal ons kan leren
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The blood thrumming around the still-point of this light headache can be traced back to the first rain. That is, our blood just sort of drifts, like smoke, through time; with stops in the Cambrian, the Renaissance and so on. It’s an impenetrable, infinitely-layered heap of unknowing. Okay? (sighs) Yeah The World (as it’s called) is a hopeless lucid dream, but not the kind where you can leap off a building, flap your arms and take joyous id-flight. It’s the kind where you show up for just long enough to see yourself in a mirror and Know that You are Here. That apparently necessary bit of business having been addressed, thermodynamics or some other such fancy idiot enters with a tea towel over its forearm, takes you politely by the gnarled elbow and ushers you back into the soil, where the mostly irritating Circle of Life awaits to make of you a tree, then a shoebox, then wet mush in a landfill again. Bring me my slippers! Oh…never mind. But I’m not here to philosophishizzle. We’re doomed animals at the momentary top of a food chain of no eternal consequence. It feels like. That’s not meant to be a downer. Bacharach sprang from the Ur-ooze, so that recommends the place. Let us celebrate our moment in the hum de dum dum de dum de de de dum dum. View all posts by jef