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Invitation to Coffee on Judgment Day: May 21, 2011

John told us this morning at coffee that Judgment Day
would occur on May 21, 2011.  He suggested--
and we all agreed--that on that day, we should invite friends
to join us for coffee on the occasion.  This is an invitation!

I do not choose to mention John's last name,
because if people learned that his name is
Teisberg, he would probably be overwhelmed
with requests to join us at coffee that day, and
The Nokomis Beach Coffee Cafe is not large.

May 21, 2011 is a Saturday, and many of you
will not be at work, and none of us will have jobs ever after,
so we do expect a fair and hearty gathering on that day.
All questions about savings and retirement accounts
will be subjects of good humor after May 21.

The source of our confidence for this impending holiday
is a radio ministry with a web site named "familyradio.com".
You will find amazing offers to save your soul on that site,
and perhaps even a chance to enhance their ministry.

As it happens, May 21, 2011 is precisely 7000 years after
God destroyed the whole world the last time, when only
Noah and a few relatives, and a couple each of several
billion critters marched up and into the ark.  That was
the year 4990 B.C., although I do not know how Moses,
confidently proclaimed to have written of the account,
knew how to count backwards from 1 B.C., or how he
knew . . . But I am letting reason, the enemy of faith,
cast doubt upon what looks like ancient fables (to the
secular adherents of common sense).  No, no!

May 21st it is!  Judgment Day!  The End of the World.

If you do not have a prior engagement, join us!
And even if you cannot join us in the sinful flesh,
join us in sanctified spirit by hoisting a mug of coffee,
wherever you are, in the lusty month of May!

Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! That lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray Tra la! It's here! That shocking time of year When tons of wicked little thoughts merrily appear 

It's May! It's May! That gorgeous holiday When every maiden wishes her lad would be a cad
It's mad! It's gay! A libelous display Those dreary vows that everyone takes, everyone breaks, Everyone makes divine mistakes, the lusty month of May! 

Whence this fragrance wafting through the air? What sweet feelings does its scent transmute? Whence this perfume floating everywhere? Don't you know it's that dear forbidden fruit? Tra la la la la! That dear forbidden fruit!
 
Tra la! It's May! The lusty month of May! That darling month when everyone throws self-control away It's time to do a wretched thing or two And try to make each precious day one you'll always rue! 

It's May! It's May! The month of "yes you may," The time for every frivolous whim, proper or im-
It's wild! It's gay! A blot in every way The birds and bees with all of their vast Amorous past* gaze at the human race aghast! The lusty month of May! 

~ Lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner

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