I explore the connection between theology and graphic literature (such as comic books). New comics are released every Wednesday. Hence, Wednesday Theology.
Let us just take into consideration, for a moment, that we are two mortals, with our limited knowledge of the universe, discussing the inner workings of the mind of God.
He works in mysterious ways.
And that's not meant to be a dismissive answer. I'm just acknowledging that he exists at a level beyond our comprehension. He has a plan...it's not our job to understand it, it's our job to believe in him.
This disaffection. This is armageddon. Ah, Mary, how time's leveled us. We are made equal, both mere curios of our vanished epoch in this lustless world.
This world, where in comparison I am made ignorant, while you...
you are made virtuous.
Dear God, was is this Aethyr I am come upon?
What spirits are these, labouring in what heavenly light?
No...
No, this is dazzle, but not yet divinity. Nor are these heathen wraiths about me spirits lacking even that vitality.
What then? Am I, like Saint John the Divine, vouchsafed a glimpse of those last times?
Are these the days my death shall spare me?
It would seem we are to suffer an apocalypse of cockatoos...
Morose, barbaric children playing with their unfathomable toys.
Where comes this dullness in your eyes? How has your century numbed you so?
Shall man be given marvels only when he is beyond all wonder?
