Well everyone, today is Thursday, Jan 6. I am just waiting my turn to be beheaded by millennials, if the generation before them doesn’t succeed in ruining their lives to death first. People might say, aren’t you in the generation before them? No, actually. I am a little baby elephant named Peanut.
Anyway, I made some cookies today. I have a cold of some sort but don’t think it is covid. I think I got it from being breathed on deliberately from passers by, or possibly from eating off the floor in my apartment. And I do not know if I will go to the store later for DayQuil or not because I do not want all the grocery store people to beat me at life as essential workers.
I just listened to a sermon from CH Spurgeon about letting names perish for the sake of the eternal name of God. It was a pretty good sermon but what is unclear is how much people have to try for that to happen. Like it seems that it could happen anyway, so that delusions of martyrdom to add to God’s glory should not be too entertained except for following Christ’s example and teaching. So that is a topic for further study, or for further facebook advertising to promote certain poetry books with quality that is certainly perishing just as the sermon told.
Anyway that is a difficult topic for me to hear about now because I think I have several souls after being split into horcruxes last year like Tom Riddle in the harry potter books. The fact is that these covid times have been rough on me from people doing it on purpose, and I don’t appreciate it. No one wants to be found out as Voldemort on Judgement Day, but it is pretty clearly on the horizon for me because of my attitude problems that were provoked on purpose by better Christians. But I still have hope for living in the real arkham asylum in purgatory, which I now have a lego model of that I built on new years. It confused my resolutions a little bit to now know what to aspire for, but hopefully assembling the corresponding jokerland carnival set later this month will cement my intentions in the right direction. I do like funhouses and clowns, and I think I already know which direction most people I care about are headed for.
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