print

Who's Gonna Save You?

MEMOIR PROJECT ROUGH DRAFT

Who is going to save you when the sky is falling? When the world seems to have broken open and the fissure is devouring up both the good and the evil? It’s not music or acid or some cult of nakedness and granola and wheat germ; it’s not the government or the pope; it’s not your parents; it’s not the man with the dashing smile who is only just a boy in man-sized shoes; and it’s certainly not yourself. It is Christ.

It is the hope that Christ is coming back. The hope of the return. And you want to make sure you are on board this angelic spaceship when he returns to take away the meek who shall inherit a new heaven and a new earth because this earth is flawed and infected all around by the hand of the Devil’s henchmen and the humans under the control of Satan’s evil will who have made this heaven and earth contaminated beyond hope. There is no hope for this life, only for the next life.

You want in on a piece of this hope? All you have to do is confess. No, not confess your sins, but confess that Jesus is your lord and savior. Let the world know this secret you keep locked away from even yourself. Let the world and God and Christ know this secret and you’ll be alright cause Christ is coming back in his angelic cosmic yellow school bus spaceship and when he opens the doors for you, race, color, hairstyle, bad breath, toenail fungus, occupation, gender, sexual orientation (er — wait, it appears sexual orientation maybe does matter) and FICA scores won’t matter, you can get on board regardless of these things. You just have to know one simple thing: the password.

What is the password you ask? The password is different for each person and it may either be the tongue of a man or an angel, but it will be your password and as long as you confess, you will have the password in your heart so when the angelical cosmic yellow school bus space ship arrives with a toot from Gabriel’s trumpets and the astral brakes squeal and smoke as it stops at you soul, when the door slides open and Jesus looks down at you from the driver’s seat with his hand on the door lever and you see a stoner hippie grin on his face, you say, “Lashanta leshanta hokopa lashanta,” and Jesus will say, “Right on bro, get on in and let’s get this bus truck’n.” And as you step on board, the door slides shut and you take your seat at the back of the bus next to the Holy Ghost and you are on your way to the new heaven and new earth where the brochure says there shall be eternal peace and immortality.

END
© 2006 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on July 16, 2006 in
Emotion: Elation, Type: Creative Nonfiction