100+ chapters about the end times....

The folks at the IHOP like to say there's about 100 chapters in the Bible related to end times events. That number is old though - They may have counted as high as 150. Here's a link for those who are interested.

http://www.ihop.org/Forums/Messages.aspx?ThreadID=1000000065

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Jenn Pete said…

good to see you blogging and read what you are thinking about :)

November 24, 2008 at 11:25 AM

the one they have pierced...

I'm a bit interested in Eschatology. For those of you who don't know what eschatology is, it's the study of eschat . Really, no, I'm just kidding. I don't even know what eschat is... But I heard some fairly convincing stuff from a preterist this last week. Preterists believe that the last days described in the Bible happened in the first century, and that it's all done. Well, I don't think that's right. So I've been thinking on that. Here's a bit of it: Preterists take the time words very seriously - the statements that are made in Matthew 24, Revelation 1-3, and elsewhere, where Jesus says that 'this generation' would see the kingdom, or that 'the time is near', or 'these things must soon come to pass'. I was challenged to take those seriously as well - I had not given them as much thought as other elements of those same passages...but I find the strict preterist interpretation simplistic, as I understand it. Ba

What the Shel?

I'm experimenting with facial hair. So far, my best identifiable target is famous poet ( and composer of 'A Boy Named Sue' ) Shel Silverstein . Strangely enough, Jenn likes it. And Amanda likes to feel it absently while I'm holding her. It seems to help her think. I've begun to hear 'As-Salamu Alaykum' on a regular basis from one of my work colleagues. Another thinks I must be Jewish. I'm getting the orthodox rabbi thing a lot at church... My business partner Greg refers to it as 'THE BEARD OF POWER'. Last but not least, a buddy of mine recommends I decorate it for the holidays, so that the family can gather around and sing 'O Christmas beard, O Christmas beard' while it twinkles away. I find it fascinating, the reaction it's provoking from the folks around me...I've never been called 'hirsute' before...google it. Well, beard does rhyme with weird...

Bread.

The smell itself had a powdery sweet reek that seemed to suggest mold – but I wasn’t sure. It was Monday, and the fresh start of a new work week seemed like a good time to clean out the cabinet. So I steeled myself. As I peered into it’s dark recesses of the break room cupboard, two or three possibilities caught my eye: a nondescript, unmarked tin of something, a box of bran cereal, and a half-eaten loaf of bread. I chose the bread. The plastic bag was neatly twist tied, and the printing on the bag helpfully obscured the contents inside. So I reached up and grabbed it to get a better look. Perhaps this was the source, perhaps not... The inch of bread crust visible through the bag was fairly innocuous. It looked bread-ish enough. Still, I was suspicious. So I opened the bag to see what was inside. To my surprise, it was not green, spotted or otherwise obviously moldy. I was initially concerned that it didn’t look quite right, but the color of the bread was uniform –

geekery.of.all.sorts

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