"Someone once said that if you sat a million monkeys at a million typewriters for a million years, one of them would eventually type out all of Hamlet by chance. But when we find the text of Hamlet, we don't wonder whether it came from chance and monkeys. Why then does the atheist use that incredibly improbable explanation for the universe? Clearly, because it is his only chance of remaining an atheist. At this point we need a psychological explanation of the atheist rather than a logical explanation of the universe."
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No one ever said greed, pride and injustice have to make sense. My son Joe is always asking how racial taboos make sense. I tell him, "they don't, Joe. Sin can be incredibly stupid. It doesn't have to make sense to justify itself."
I mean, how stupid is it to get drunk and ride a seven-headed beast? But as Hosea and Billy the Kid said, "You sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind." (John Fusco of Morrisville, who wrote the screenplay for the Sheen-Estevez-Sutherland movie, said William Bonney really said those words.)
Anyway. It's all over for Babylon. Finally. The smoke from her goes up for ever and ever. Amen, Hallelujah! Now with the proud old sorceress stewing out of the picture forever, what's next? It's a familiar, universally true story line: having vanquished the forces of evil, the hero gets the girl: "for the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. Blessed are those who are invited to the wedding supper of the Lamb."
But before the actual wedding, it's time to get rid of the would-be wedding crashers. Faithful and true, judging with justice, eyes afire and crowned with many crowns, names of mystery known only to Himself (except "KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS) written on his body and clothing, dressed in a robe dipped in blood - Jesus, as He always has and always will, LEADS THE WAY in the battle against the forces of darkness. No intermediaries here, no warmups, this is the main event. It's Jesus and his army vs. the Beast and the False Prophet and theirs'. The armies of heaven riding white horses and dressed in clean linen (their righteous acts) follow close behind. From his mouth comes a sharp sword, he strikes down nations. In his hand is an iron sceptor, with which he will rule. And he (and presumably his army) just tromp on the opposition. The two fiends are thrown alive into a lake of sulfur, and everyone else dies by the rider's sword. Birds feast on the dead.
Oh, have I forgotten the big Kahuna himself, Satan? Jesus hasn't......more on that in Chapter 20. The eagles are coming, the eagles are coming. Long live the Return of the King.
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