The Lord Works In Mysterious Ways
Well, mysterious to us at least because we’re such self-centered morons. Well, ok, I’m a self-centered moron; I won’t presume to speak for the rest of you. Anyhow, I have to say in general that I tend not to put a lot of stock in these sightings of Saints or Visions of the Virgin Mary that gather headlines from time to time; I’m not questioning the people’s faith that claim to see these visions, mind you, but rather it’s just not the way I picture the Big Guy to work and I’m really not comfortable with this mystical vision stuff, but of course your mileage may vary.
But there are times when I read something that makes me think the Big Guy is dropping us a little hint. I mean, what are the odds that in the week when Israel is fighting Hezbollucks that some guy digging in muck with a backhoe would uncover a 1100 year old manuscript of Psalms buried there, and further that
The book was found open to a page describing, in Latin script, Psalm 83, in which God hears complaints of other nations’ attempts to wipe out the name of Israel.
How cool is that?
That is pretty seriously cool – I’m getting a rating of 15 kilofonzies.
“The bog owner…”
I want a bog. I could be a bog lady.
You’re Cool-O-Meter is busted, ‘Fly. I’m reading 20 MegaBruceCampbells.
‘Course, you’re joke’s funnier cause you did it first, I’m just saying, is all.
If bag ladies push shopping carts, what do bog ladies push?
Ha! I’m busted. Actually, Cullen, I only stole the joke first, it’s from Futurama. (That probably explains the funny, too.)
what do bog ladies push?
Oh, for peat’s sake!
Let’s not get mired off-topic, now…