A devout man, my friend’s father regularly studied the Book of Revelation. He soon began to extend his interpretations of the final book into his (and our) everyday lives. He became convinced the election of William Jefferson Clinton had ushered in the end times.
“I
am not seeing that,” I told me friend upon first hearing this idea.
“Me
either,” my friend said.
After
William Jefferson Clinton came and went, my friend’s father—now pushing through
middle age—embraced the idea he would not die.
He imagined himself, instead, walking right through the Apocalypse and ascending
directly into Kingdom of Jesus Christ.
Neither
my friend nor I saw that, either.
Today,
we take no pleasure in being correct in our thinking.
—Mitchell Hegman
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