I feel quite cheated.
And more than a little miffed, quite frankly.
After getting a graduate degree in religion, in which I parted with many thousands of dollars, spent hundreds and hundreds of hours, and gained remarkable facility in using very useful words like “eschatology,” I still have nothing like what’s in the photo below to show for it.
Nothing even remotely close.
It is a sobering thing to realize I could have gained a closer-to-the-Divine-Author religious education had I just stepped into the right Barnes & Noble at the right time.
Yes. And I am certain that the authenticity of the experience might have far surpassed anything I might have learned or studied.
This picture came as a total shock to me: I was not aware that God had left His written autograph on any flat surfaces since Moses’ unfortunate little breakage incident with the original Ten Commandments (stone isn’t so pliable).
Well, I guess there was also the handwriting on the wall incident during Daniel’s tenure in Babylon (and long after Moses), but that was some thousands of years back.
This is the first sighting of God’s autograph in many thousands of years…and I somehow managed to miss it.
Keep your eyes peeled on your local bookstore—rumor has it that God has taken to autographing His works.
And I sure don’t want to miss it next time.
