One thing I'll never understand about people is their love affair with the superficial surface things in life. They flee from a conversation with depth as if it were a swarm of wasps. Preferring the strenuously boring safety of weather, sports, job updates, just the facts ma'am. Borefest! There's nothing more tiring for me than having to pull out the bag of "safe" questions to keep a dead conversation alive. Like how's your family (I've never actually met), and how's your job going?
People look at me crazy when I bring up world events that I believe could be fulfilling Bible prophecy and leading to the second coming of Jesus. Can you imagine what the reality of this means? It means that people are so content with this superficial, temporary life that they've given up on wondering why we're here, and the ultimate purpose of life. They've given plenty of self imposed meaning to life, but they don't even try anymore. Yesterday the google image was paying homage to the first women who went to space, somebody someonehymer. The image was of a bunch of people floating up out of their seats. To me it looked like the rapture, which was kind of exciting. But the first women in space? Is that supposed to be exciting by any stretch of the imagination? Has anything exciting ever happened from our travels to space? It's a bunch of dead planets with no oxygen. Sorry, but that just doesn't do it for me. I'm sleeping just thinking about it. It's like thinking someday scientists are going to find the cure for something... (they haven't yet btw) and that excites people? I just don't get it. I guess I just wasn't made for here...
Let's Fly instead!
Michael Gungor Band- Fly
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