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The Ways of the Lord are often Dark

We've got our work cut out for us now!

 Everyone knows that John Boehner is a god-awful Speaker of the House, and that almost anyone else would be better, but now his House colleagues have revealed that God wants John right where he is!  Oh, Lordy, Lordy!

 As it is reported, "Several Republicans, after a night of prayer, said God told them to spare the speaker."  Even so, quite a few Republicans did not listen to God, but John edged back into place as the House Blockage.

It does, in fact, cause some of us to tremble, tremble, tremble, to realize that God is making his almighty and all-wise will known in ways that practically only Moses or St. Paul, Mohammad or Joseph Smith might have claimed, up until now, but I suppose that perilous times require perilous methods.  I will be the last to question the wisdom of the Almighty, using the Republican Party to accomplish all his works and ways, because they have a solid record of doing nothing useful, but we all know that God chooses unlikely servants to do his bidding and collect his winnings.

We cannot take this at face value.  No right-thinking, god-fearing person can really believe that God wants the Republicans to be in charge of anything.  That is quite like organizing around a black hole.  So we know that God has a secret plan to get something wondrous done by plugging up the House with John Boehner.  It is a divinely delicious plan to accomplish great things by creating a better roadblock!

 My guess--and it is merely the guess of one of the innocent children of faith--is that a whole new highway building plan might emerge; you know, roadblocks here, falling bridges there, a pothole path to the grocery store, those things cause one to make straight the way of the Lord, to make uneven places plane, and all that.

Mark my words!  We are going to get some new bridges out of this!

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