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cosmological apocalyptic eschatology

It is 9:42 AM Wednesday morning in the ongoing process of world decay. Everything is quickly passing away. Someday it won't matter what we had for lunch.

Carol just went to bed after working all night. She is now off two nights from work.

I got up this morning around 7 o'clock AM and made oatmeal for breakfast. I ate my oatmeal messing with our main computer. After messing with our main computer I wrote in my paper diary and have been reading from a book titled, 'Militant Grace: The Apocalyptic Turn and the Future of Christian Theology' by Philip G. Ziegler.

Last night I made a video for my Booktube channel and read late into the night,'Militant Grace' by Ziegler.

I have no plans for the day ahead of me. I am thinking of going to a grocery store soon and getting some food. Lately I have been trying to eat very little food, but I am getting sick of feeling hungry all the time. I try to convince myself it is not important to eat, but my stomach has other ideas. How do people stay thin when they must constantly be hungry? What kinds of food make one feel full and yet do not cause one to become fat. All I see around me are fat people these days. Americans have become fat on meat and human blood.

Well I suppose I will close to get ready to go to a grocery store. I will visit thrift stores near where we live has I drive to Family Fare grocery store.

"[1] Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty.
[2] Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:
[3] Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
[4] Who maketh his angels spirits; his ministers a flaming fire:
[5] Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be removed for ever.
[6] Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains.
[7] At thy rebuke they fled; at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away.
[8] They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them.
[9] Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth.
[10] He sendeth the springs into the valleys, which run among the hills.
[11] They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst.
[12] By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches.
[13] He watereth the hills from his chambers: the earth is satisfied with the fruit of thy works.
[14] He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth;
[15] And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart.' Psalm 104:1-15

9:59 a.m. - 2018-04-25


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