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The villager ran through the square yelling at the top of his lungs. He lunged passed a large stone well in the center of the square.
At one time all kinds of livestock, people and carriages came through this downtown market. They would stop here at the well to drink. Vendors put on dramatic flair to attract customers to their tables. Chickens scurried passed avoiding being trampled by the crowds, but no one's been here for months.
In fact the village was silent. Other than the occasional stray villager running through screaming about the end of the world or something, there was no one here. Today, however, something was more unusual about this villager than all the previous ones that came running hysterically down the street. This villager had no face. The front of his head looked like the back of his head but without hair. How could he be yelling? It would seem impossible having no face, but yet he was shrieking about the plight of the world, something about an erupting volcano and a monster with one eye eating people, or something like that.
Oh well, back to work. "Fresh Humus for sale! Anyone? Fresh Humus! How about you sir, without the face?
Conclusion: Matthew 24:38 (NIV) "38 For in the days before the flood, people were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day Noah entered the ark." Though the signs are all around us, the world and even sometimes ourselves are blind to the obvious signs of the end days and the need to have our hearts anchored in Christ our Savior.Labels: macabre |
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posted by Brett @ 11:43 PM
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