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Meeting Sweet Jesus Here in St. Paul

I spent a couple of days at our cabin in Iowa, trying to tidy it up for The Rapture.  I kept thinking of the bumper sticker I once had, but cannot find, now that I need it:  "Jesus is coming!  Look busy!"


Stan, in Tucson, reports that the panic of the last days has nearly overwhelmed the Great Southwest, too.  He reports:  "Roccos' Pizza here in Tucson has a sign up that says: We are open post rapture and Jesus eats free."  


Joel, at the Coffee Shop, can't concentrate on his contracting work.  The six o'clock Saturday deadline runs contrary to everything he knows about construction practices.  


I awoke this morning at 4:00 A.M., and still awake at 5:00, decided to start back for the Twin Cities immediately.  I left a note for the kids, telling how I had decided to enter eternity in Minnesota, instead.  


I have a sixteen foot trailer, loaded with lawn mowers, and other tools, and it was raining somewhat, and what with the impending Rapture just hours away, and not wanting to miss the Glory Train, the drive was adventurous.  As you can tell, by the simple fact that you are reading this, I made it in time to meet Sweet Jesus here in St. Paul.  I would feel badly about the mayhem on the highway, but it seemed to me that a couple of hasty lane changes could be excused.  I just had to assume that they were on their way to Glory, anyway.  


I am settled in, now, waiting.  I haven't seen any levitations, so I have to conclude that it will be soon.  I mean, there should be hundreds of thousands of heavenly drifters, and it should be visible from almost anywhere.  It would be hell to think that almost nobody went, and that this is all there is.  


If I can, I will report on circumstances.  


Thanks for your support!!

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