I Love John the Baptist
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Oh, he's the man, the voice, the forerunner, the prophet, the psycho, the stand-alone. He's the leather-underwear-wearin', giant-bug-eatin', water-baptizin', repentance-preachin', mega-cool, spiritual commando. From womb to river to jail to chopping block to heaven, JB is the studliest. Anyone the Almighty would hand pick to be his one man advance team has to be reckoned with, for sure. I mean, Jesus and JB were tight in the womb for goodness sake!
Who needed thrashing prior to Jesus' ministry?
- Roman soldiers ... check.
- Jewish religious leaders ... check.
- Lazy, unrepentant multitudes ... check
We need some JB-like men. There is enough ham-handed, spineless, laughing gas, lying, presumptuous, God-misrepresenting, charlatan pulpiteering to keep a thousand JB's busy for a lifetime in the good ol' US of A alone.
Heed the words of the Sanchez, you neophyte, sermonette cobblers and gobblers. Who am I kidding? JB would have a pretty large paddle ready to spank my soft hide were he to return for a whirlwind world tour.
I didn't say I wanted to be JB, only that I like him oodles. That whole getting your head cut off thing, not for me. Nevertheless, should I have the priviledge of losing my head for the truth I will be looking for JB under the altar so we can hang.With most people, I would say, "Don't believe the hype." With JB, you'd better believe he lived up to his billing. Selah.














