Every week…it just gets crazier around here.
Trickle. There are so many words in our English language which can be pronunciation challenges to many people. Sometimes, it’s because the word looks similar to another word, yet each are pronounced differently (See love/cove). Medical terms can be particularly burdensome, especially those penned by the pharmaceutical companies. (And some people have trouble pronouncing pharmaceutical!) Big pharma comes up with “brand” names for pills as long as there is a patent on that brand name. I, personally, am challenged when the name reverts back to something generic because those terms can be horrific. Praise the Lord that over-the-counter medicines are all familiar. It’s Advil, not ibuprofen. It’s Nexium, not esomeprazole. And it’s Tylenol, not acetaminophen. Therefore, if Big Pharma is allegedly in cahoots with the government, why should our President be afraid to use the brand names in press conferences? The man stumbled over saying the word acetaminophen, when Tylenol would have been fine. That same man appointed a person for Health and Human Services who stumbles equally over medical knowledge and prowess. I don’t think that this is the kind of trickle-down Brother Reagan had in mind. Lord, save us!
Trumpet. Speaking of “Lord, save us,” it is very clear that, contrary to recent predictions, the Rapture did not occur. How do I know this? Because I’m still here. And I’m so close to Jesus that He’d take me up first! Woe be to the charlatans who claim to know the date and time of the Lord’s return. Yes, there are great signs all around us of the end times, and I must admit to looking forward to the Rapture so as to no longer have to deal with the sin and degradation on this earth. But mark my words…..it will be a surprise when it happens. So, for now, let us be clear that the sound of Gabriel’s trumpet was probably just an errant Cadillac horn.
Trollops. The Bible tells us that the end times will include earthquakes. Perhaps this is another reason the Rapture seemed so close. San Francisco is getting riddled with rumblings in these past few days. Maybe it’s the weight of all the trollops and sodomite sin on that particular area of terra firma. Or it could be some other “fault.” Nonetheless, until I see four horsemen galloping across the Golden Gate Bridge, I shall continue my ministry here on earth without distractions.
