The Rapture

          "Okay!" at last the fulfillment of Scripture. The Last Judgement of
    the living and the dead is happening.

          Bing Bong! "What?" Muzzy was sleeping in his lazy boy chair.
          He stumbles to the door; still holding the @Entertainment Weekly:
          Angelina Jolie on the cover. A bright light fills the room as he opens
          the door. It's daylight.

    "Hi! We're Jews for Jesus! Can we tell you about Jesus?" Muzzy has
    his hand over his left eye, "Shhhhhhhhhhhure... come in."
    "Have you excepted Jesus as your Saviour?" the ladies' daughter asks.
    Muzzy falls back into his lazy boy and drops his magazine on the
    floor next to him. Angelina Jolie face is staring up from beside his chair.
    "Want a cookie?" he rases a bowl of chocolate chip cookies to the
    mother and daughter evangelist.

        "No. Thank You" the mother smiles, "We are living in the end times.
        There isn't much time left to be Saved. Have you excepted Jesus as
        your saviour?" He stares blankly, "Yes. Have a cookie?" The two
        evangelist smile and the daughter takes a cookie, "We've been knocking
        on doors all morning. Your the first to say 'Yes'" ... "These are good
        cookies." the mother replied and munched two more.

    In two shakes of a lambs tail, both mother and daughter were singing hyms
    and removing their clothes. "I feel like the Rapture!" the daughter exclaimed
    as she roled about the floor intertwining with her curvatious mother. "Yup.
    A good cookie can do that." Muzzy smirked.

        "Have you met Jesus?" he queeried. They stared up with mouthfulls
        of cookies and shook their heads: no. "Well. He's one of my tribe."
        testified Muzzy with his testicles swinging from cookie crammed
        mouth to mouth. "Jesus is yummy!" the daughter mumbled.

  "Hmmmmm. It's the simple things that matter. How easy it is to be happy."
  Muzzy hummed. .. This was the Rapture.



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