When will time expire?? We read of the account of the Flood ...that of Sodom and Gomorrah ...the ultimatum at Nineveh ...and the dreadful foretelling of End Times.

Whether we consider our individual time to expire, or a much greater End Times on a grand scale ...our purpose here on earth may not be just to warn others, as in most of these sort of times people don't readily heed warnings.

What then should we do??

I would not just want to sit idly by ...and say, "Well, that's on them ...I told them so!!"

It seems that we can inform without warning ...perhaps the warning could come later, but would that be careless and considered warning too late??

Perhaps it doesn't matter so much ...if people don't consider you credible anyway.  They don't really believe in the Bible, and your beliefs to them are not much different than Santa Claus.

But, that is not a true observation ...people don't get offended if you believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, or little elves. Yet, Santa Claus even has been developed as a character who cares whether you've been naughty or nice.  With the Easter Bunny, other than being charitable, there seems to be no conditional aspect to it.  I don't really know who hatched that idea, but rabbits passing out eggs ...are we to assume they made friends with the chickens, or did they steal the eggs??

People seem not to be offended when politics try to define our values, but are very much so when our values try to challenge our politics.

We live in a society where love is considered more equivalent to allowance than it is to commitment.

Allowance is not the same as tolerance, but it is often spoken in the same voice.  Tolerance does not mean I change my point of view ...but rather allows me the commitment to attempt to work with those I disagree with.

The true intolerant are those who refuse to discuss or work it out ...but all they want is allowances, not any real commitment.

When commitment is metered ...that brings us to have to discuss how we measure or regulate it, and how we also bring love into the picture.

Yet, if our beliefs are of the Easter Bunny variety ...we don't seem to ask any questions.

With Santa Claus ...we ask where he gets all those toys, and we are told that he has an entire workshop of elves.  We don't ask where the Easter Bunny gets all those eggs ...but, I guess many of us don't feel comfortable discussing the criminal aspect of our society.

Food has an expiration date ...a recommended time by which it should be consumed. There was one food that was not to be consumed at all, and the expiration date began when it was.

(This isn't how it happened, but humor me.)

Eve: "Adam, can we talk?"

Adam: "I'm kind of busy."

Eve: "But, this is important ...I think I did something wrong."

Adam: "I think I did too ...and I think I want to switch the names of the cow and gazelle."

Eve: "You mean, you're still naming those animals?"

Adam: "Renaming ...not naming. Can't take it too lightly, it's sort of an important job."

Eve: "But what I want to say is important too."

Adam: "I'm kind of busy ...can we discuss it over lunch?"

Eve: "Well, I guess it can wait that long."

Adam: "Speaking of lunch, for some reason I think I should rename the BLT, and change it to a DBP ...a BLT sounds like something edible."

Eve: "What's a BLT?"

Adam: "A Beaver-like Taddyput.  At first I thought I wanted to change it to a Puddytat, but instead I decided on the DBP."

Eve: "I don't think I like the DBP ...sounds too much like a dumb blonde person."

Adam: "No, it's a Duck-billed Platypus ...but, if you really don't like it, we can discuss that at lunch too."

Eve: "Okay, we'll have lunch in an hour.  Gives me just enough time to bake a pie."

Adam: "Sweet potato pie?"

Eve: "No, I know that's your favorite, Sweetie, but I thought I'd try something new ...serpent's pie."

(Of course, after they were dressed properly, the following day there were two options ...Shepherd's pie and humble pie.)