Oh, yeah. The O.T. God could put Alien or Predator or Megatron or Godzilla or Klaatu or the Sentinel to shame!
This dude could come tapping you (or Abraham or Job or Moses) on the shoulder and you’d know you were due for a) a serious world of hurt, b) an incredibly long time in some godforsaken wasteland getting camel dung on your sandals, c) some mind-warping test of belief and obedience, d) a vision, e) a miracle, f) a lifetime of celibacy, g) a lifetime of preaching, h) a lifetime of begetting, i) a staff that sometimes became a serpent, j) groceries from heaven, k) frogs from heaven, or l) some wacky combination of the preceding.
So we can all be thankful that the Old Testament officially ended more than 2,000 years ago!
Man, am I glad that’s over! (Now all I have to worry about is politicians, CEOs, lending officers, and that kid down the block with the air rifle.)
- Alien Crooner
Ah, the piercingly aching shrieks, the hair-raising clicks, the gratingly numbing nocturnal noise . . .
Sir Havelock Warlock Morelock Forelock Sir H.W.M. Forelock is shoeless, and has been for the last several decades and more . . .
- Be Pope
Wouldnt it be a great gig to step out onto a balcony above hundreds of thousands of cheering, praying fans?