Un-Raptured
Well, I got Raptured early this morning, much to my surprise. At first I thought, “Cool! Eternal bliss!”
But then I took a look around; Pat Robertson? Mike Huckabee? Michele Bachmann? David Barton?
Sarah Palin?
Suddenly, the realization sank all the way in.
I was supposed to spend eternity wearing white, strumming a harp, and hanging out with these people?
No, thanks.
So I asked Saint Peter to un-Rapture me, and return me to the land of sinners and infidels, and he very graciously granted my request. Whew. That was close.
Anybody want to buy a harp, slightly used?