I’m Fixing To Keep on Living

I’m fixing to keep on living.

Much to my relief the world didn’t end on Tuesday when the date was six-six-six. It was the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year of the new century.

People have been predicting the end of the world for a ling time. Some of them do it just to draw attention to themselves, and if they are a well known celebrity then people will be gullible enough to listen to them.

If you read the Bible it’s pretty clear. It tells us that no one knows the time that our Savior will come like a thief in the night, meaning it will be when no one really expects it and certainly not when some mortal predicts it.

My first wife predicted the world would end when I quit paying her alimony. It didn’t.

My momma predicted the world would end when my daddy quit smoking and drinking, but it didn’t.
Six-six-six has come and gone and this old world keeps ticking along.

We think that we have power over what happens, but we don’t. What happens in the world happens and how we respond to it defines our destiny in the hereafter.

What the hereafter is we don’t know. It’s a mystery.

Our infinite Creator maintains a mystery about our time in this place, and our time in the next place, so make the best of it because He’s watching. You can bet your #%@&* on that.

The only reliable prediction you can count on is that the sun will come up tomorrow and that your power bill will be in the mail box.

I’m fixing to just keep on keeping on.