Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Did He Say "nu-clee-ur" or "nu-cu-lur"?

Our old friend Pat Robertson recently went on a prayer retreat, during which the Lord revealed to him that there will be a major terrorist attack in the U.S. during 2007 that will cause "mass killing". (Link via several hippies) Robertson's death threat against Hugo Chavez got me going with public blogging a few years back, and even though I've tried to get out, Pat "keeps draggin' me back", and so I am.

With a true pastor's heart, Pat goes on to assure us, "I'm not necessarily saying it's going to be nuclear. The Lord didn't say nuclear. But I do believe it will be something like that".

I just love that last line - Pat presumes to read the situation better than God. Wow, I mean, wow - Robertson never disappoints. I imagine that looking at folks like Pat makes the Lord wish he could have a slight do-over with the Bible so He could include a specific warning about the dangers of hubris.

I was disappointed, however, that "The Lord didn't say 'nuclear'". I wish He (the Lord, not Robertson) would clear up the proper pronunciation of the word - does the middle syllable have a long "u" sound, like our President says it, or a long "e" sound, as those who live outside the states of the former Confederacy say it. Given the results of the recent elections and other Republican scandals, I 'd suspect that the Lord is saying it the second way these days.

I also spend an afternoon in prayer recently, and the Lord told me absolutely nothing about terrorist aims in 2007. He did tell me three interrelated things:
  • Depend on Me more. No, really.
  • That stuff about lilies and birds and focusing on today in the gospel of Matthew, I was serious about that.
  • You have been preaching over the past year about how the power of the Spirit should lead us to extend the horizons of our expectations - it's time for you to start believing this yourself.
There you have it folks - sorry to disappoint. If the Lord tells me something really important, like whether Chelsea will catch ManU or if Beckham will be coming to the Galaxy, I'll let you know. Until then, that's all I've got.


PS: a nice bit of serendipity - just as I finish this post, iTunes serves up U2's "Grace".

7 comments:

Rick said...

Amen. That's all I've got to say about that.

Jon Shoemaker said...

I actually woke up to KROQ this morning and this is what Kevin and Bean were talking about. Last year it was a possible tsunami - now terrorism?

If the terrorist attacks are anything as bad as our tsunamis, then I better prepare myself by carrying around pepper-spray.

Captain GoBart said...

Good to see you back in the blogosphere, Bob.

Pronunciation is strange. I know some very smart people who "worsh" their clothes, and who believe Seattle is in "Worshington". There is no "r" in either "wash" not "Washington", and yet these very smart people pronounce it that way. It irks me. Just as it irks me that people "could care less".

As to the larger point, Robertson is a tool, who has his own TV show/network.

Johan Maurer said...

I had faith you'd be back, but I didn't know that Pat R. would be the chosen instrument to bring you back. Maybe I need to revise my opinion of him. On second thought, maybe not.

Timothy Travis said...

Well, at least he chose an event more likely to happen than the "perfection" of a town in Maine.

It it happens he'll be difficult to stomach. Did I leave the word "more" out of that sentence?

Brother Robertson is a hard one for me to abide with. But, the definition of community is, according to Parker Palmer, where the person we least want to hang around with will always live.

Anonymous said...

Really....after all these years (meaning the past 2 decades) :), and listening to the excessive rantings and ravings of dear old "Pat"...I have only one thing to say.... "I would love to see things from Pat's perspective,but I don't think that I can get my head that far up my ass!!!!"

Greybush said...

Welcome back, Bob.

I had a vision from God. It was about Bob Bradley leading the USMNT to glory.

Okay, it wasn't. Boy, that Pat Roberston never fails to amaze me.