“I hope that old man got that tractor beam out of commission, or this is gonna be a real short trip”
A Long, Strange Trip with Old Man Moshiach
What draws us towards the darkness
And holds us there?
It is always something our own evil inclination wants–
To mete out death
So that we never meet death ourselves
Yet if we never meet death
We will never meet our maker
But make a mess of it all
Which is why God is sending that old man
Who is a made man
But not because he has killed
Or even made a killing
But because he has made the necessary sacrifices
To serve others–
We call this self-sacrifice
But you could just say he’s killing it
Then watch and learn how to die
Although, even in death
That old man is ageless
And may appear to you as young or old–
He is almost always the type
Who is born too late
And dies too young
But only after making his final sacrifice:
A kingdom for his horse
To plow the field
That we will sow
Because the tractor beam is out of commission
And our work is cut out for us
Until the day we reap what we’ve sown
And meet our maker
As death is plowed under
In an explosion of light
“Okay, hit it!”
