Monday, May 2, 2011
IMAGINE ... Postmillenialism
As many of you [well - okay - both of my readers] may know, my eschatology is from that row in the garden with 'postmil' sharpied on the Popsicle stick. It used to be the standard pre-trib, pre-mil variety, but after years of Reformed teaching and a growing familiarity with the Psalms as sung and read in worship at church and home, I find myself optimistic for the very long-term. I respect others who differ, but agree that among friends, laughable ideas ought to be laughed at ... at least every once in a while. So in the spirit of giving ideas their due, here's a funny little rendition of John Lennin's lyrically-horrific song, Imagine, that we whipped together for the St. George's Festival hosted by All Saints Church at Lancaster this weekend. There is a video of me singing it somewhere out there, so maybe I'll post that at some point too.
Imagine there's no rapture;
no Left Behind;
no Harold Camping;
no Thief in the Night;
Imagine all the steeples filling the landscape ...
Imagine no Hal Lindsey;
it's easy if you try [go on and try];
no Jack Van Impe;
no unmanned airplanes in the sky;
Imagine Jesus' kingdom, going all the way ...
You may say I'm a dreamer, a mini Keith Mathison.
I hope some day you will join us, in a right reading of The Revelation.
You may say I'm a dreamer, like that old Doug Wilson,
I hope some day you will join us, cuz the Lamb will overcome.