Saturday, December 1, 2012

G'wan. Go to church.

OK --it's armor of light Sunday... got your armor ready?

And this little bit o' armor of light would drive Mr. Witty ca-RAZY!

G'wan. Go to church. And even when the sky moves and the heavens thunder and people are in abject fear and trembling --stand up, lift up your head --you got nothin' to fear. You know --the armor of light thing!

Well, at least not as much to fear as this squirrel does, apparently.


susan s. said...

Except that particular no longer has anything to fear! That's what's apparent!

Yes, I'll be there in the morning, singing all the words of God! I know you will, too.

it's margaret said...

It's pretty pitiful, isn't it!

I'll be listening for you susan s.!

susankay said...

Advent, awe and love. No stuff