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.
4 comments:
Men have all the fun in their meetings.
Nice. And I agree with Valerie.
Naomi, if you move back to Maryland, we'll start a women's group where we'll smoke cigars, drink scotch, have raging arguments about obscure theological minutiae, and write song parodies. All while doing needlework and without waking any babies. And if that doesn't inspire you to start packing right away, I don't know what will.
I'M THERE.
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