Sunday, February 29, 2004

Not Really Helping The Cause...Or Is It?

My friend Steve-O comes across all sorts of things on the internet. He's a surfer. Me, on the other hand, well, suffice to say I'm pretty much like the old Grumpy Old Man played by Dana Carvey on Saturday Night Live ("Back in my day, we didn't have fancy schmancy internets. We had to get our news the old fashioned way, by going down to the town square and waiting for the Pony Express to bring one newspaper...and then we had to wait in line.") when it comes to techology.

Anyway, a few days ago he comes across this. You can actually leave an e-mail that will go to a number of your left-behind unsaved friends weekly in the event that The Rapture takes place (although, I'm curious what would happen if we found out that the mid-tribbers or post-tribbers were right). For those of you unfamiliar with the concept of The Rapture, it's explained on the site.

The strange thing is I'm sure the people who came up with this site are well-intentioned. The same for the lady who offered to give out tracts at the end of The Passion. The same for the rainbow-haired "John 3:16" guy who holds banners behind the uprights at televised football games. Same for the kid who took "Jesus Loves You" pencils to school and gave them to his classmates (maybe not, since his parents sued the school board-and settled-for over a quarter-million bucks, but let's give the benefit of the doubt, shall we?). Same for the folks who ran the alternative to haunted houses called "Hellhouse 13." I could go on.

I simply am having trouble with all this kind of stuff this morning. For some reason, it rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it shouldn't. But it does.

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