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.

3 comments:

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