I’m not a seer
I don’t know anything at all about when the Chastisement or the Day of Days is coming. I don’t know who the Antichrist is. I don’t know anything about that stuff. This isn’t that kind of blog. It’s Sunday. Go to Mass, and stop asking
I don’t know anything at all about when the Chastisement or the Day of Days is coming. I don’t know who the Antichrist is. I don’t know anything about that stuff. This isn’t that kind of blog. It’s Sunday. Go to Mass, and stop asking
Go to Mass! Have lunch with friends after. Do a little gardening; I bet the leaves want raking. Take a walk by the beach/in the park. Read some Tolkien. Maybe draw a picture. Don’t worry, the asteroid will still be there when you get home.
Go to church. Then call your grandma, take the dog for a walk, go to the park and play with your kids, prune the roses, eat lunch with your friends. Also, Canadians, get the turkey stuffed and the pumpkin pie ready for tomorrow. No more