Room For Teeth & The End Times

At least once or twice a week, I somehow manage to bite the inside of my own mouth.  How does this still regularly happen in 2008?  Clearly, I am not a proponent or believer in evolution between the species, but you would think that enough time has passed that a being with opposable thumbs and the creativity required to develop TiVo would be able to suck on a pear-flavored jelly bean without molar-grinding the back of his tongue.  I suppose that's one of the early and frequent indicators that we are still a flawed species in desperate need of redemption.  If people didn't bite their own tongues, would they still realize their fallen state?  I mean, every time I'm in a public place and I gnaw myself and my head shoots up in pain like somebody tazed me in the neck, I think, "this is NEVER going to happen when I get my resurrection body!"

Now, speaking of that, I've been preaching through Revelation 2-3 for the last several weeks.  Apparently, it's a popular text in light of what's going on in the world.  One of my heroes, David Jeremiah, has even recently published a book on the topic and has gone so far as to say that he believes the end times will culminate in his lifetime.  Obviously, no one knows because Scripture says so.  But, there is no question that Christ could come back at any moment, and recent events seem to be pointing in that direction.  I mean, the United States banking system has essentially been nationalized & I almost bit through my left cheek today while savoring a Memphian sandwich at McAllister's.  Oh yeah, interesting times, they are-a-comin'...