August 16, 2008
An Act of God
In the mailbox today was a magazine addressed to one of our neighbors over on the ridge. Ordinarily I’d leave it for the mailman with a note about redelivery, but Insiders Betting Digest insisted on following me home.
The instant I handed it to Jon, he cried out, “Jesus! Thank you, Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus has entered my life! He wants me to be a gambler! Jesus has . . . touched me . . . and put his hand on my wallet!
“This is an act of God!”
We’d been talking for a good long while about how we were ever going to achieve our goal of amassing wealth without working (”making money in the kitchen in our underwear,” as a friend puts it), and online sportsbooks figured prominently in a vision that shimmered before us as a kind of Promised Land.
Truly this postal misdelivery was providential.
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Put your money on Jesus. Just do it.
Gonna do what I once heard a preacher man tell his congregation in a converted movie theater in Dallas: “Don’t worry about the rent! Jesus will take care of the rent!”
No kidding? How does Jesus feel about mortgage payments? Will he take care of those too? If so, I might need to be saved.
I don’t want your bourgeois Jesus.
My Jesus is a rambin’ gamblin’ Jesus.
When my creditors phone, I tell them they’ll need to talk with Jesus but that he’s out just now.
I’m a little short right now but I’ll pay you when the Rapture comes.