CHAPTER 73
I spent four years living with a pastor’s family, but I had no idea the Old Testament was this stinking depressing. I’ve been flipping through some of the books named after people, you know, Isaiah and Jeremiah and all those guys. Man, if I was trying to focus on positive thinking today, I really picked the wrong material. So far, it’s been about God punishing his children, calling them whores, warning them about all the plagues and devastation he’s about to visit on them for their idol-worship.
And still I keep flipping from page to page. It’s like when your body’s so anemic you can’t stop eating spinach and red meat even though the best you can do is gag them down.
Here’s a passage about the day of the Lord, except it’s not all trumpets and angels like Sandy’s husband preac
