Editors Note - written in early 2004:
At the crossroads of life: (Whom do you serve?): You would think that life has one perceptible face as it relates to the continuity of itself. Quite to the contrary; it is multi-faceted and in constant fluid motion. Since you have such an acute diverse societal cross pollination that takes place in a never ending ebb and flow cycle that only a true cynic can appreciate; you naturally begin to wonder if anyone really cares. Take for instance the border crossing between California and Mexico. What is it that makes this situation unique? In the vast hubris of life between a country with abject poverty and a country with seemingly upward mobility and expansion - what really counts? Is it the lack of one country or the potential opulence of another?
It comes as no surprise that the 1st capitalistic business in the U.S. that should welcome the downtrodden should be a McDonald’s. The golden arches are a quaint reminder of the culinary uniqueness of burgers, fries, and soft drinks. Welcome to the land of plenty. Enterprise being what it is - we must remember what business is all about. At the expense of being coy, I assume you know the answer.
Which leads me to my thesis. I have to inquire who are these unique people who flock to get their Big Mac’s, Quarter Pounders, and milk shakes? As divergent as it sounds - they are every one. You and I. Enter S. S is a nondescript normal security guard contracted for the McDonald’s complex in San Ysidro CA, the last bastion of Americana. S is privy to the cacophony of sights and sounds that pass by on any given day. While the majority of the people are transient in matters of their palate, a few people stand out in matters of their unique intrinsic value. Please brace yourself as you now enter the bizarre.
Enter Y. Y is a young man, probably in his late twenties and totally devoid of all common sense relating to personal hygiene. His normal day is spent looking for cigarette buts and loitering. For his pastime, he will pull out from his tattered pocket tarot cards that are dog eared and filthy. He sits gazing at one of them for a few minutes and quickly retires it to whence it came. Sometimes, Y will sit for hours staring straight ahead or talking to himself. No one talks to Y as his facial countenance and clothes resemble a tar pit. However, when he is told that he can not loiter for any prolonged period of time; surprisingly some shade of sanity floods his conscience and a virtual torrent of vile invectives issue forth from his mouth in a most coherent way. It is sometimes wondered if the tarot cards are a precursor for his god. Who ever said these benign things are harmless?
Enter Q. Q is another factor that blends into the mix of humanity that stands out by virtue of his uniqueness. Q also sits for hours studying a complex range of numerical variations that potentially render him inert at actualizing his true dream of becoming financially independent thus redeeming all the aforementioned time as time well spent. His lottery aspirations he is sure will serve him well. He seems diligent and hard working in this goal. S on the other hand becomes introspective at this time and wonders how many of us have fallen into this category. He also wonders if Q’s rationale is logical - if only I had more money which equals more security etc., etc... Whose god does he serve?
Enter Z. Z is also a young man with a huge pentagram (satanic symbol) emblazoned on his right arm. Z is found loitering at McDonald’s and asked how long he will remain. He blurts out that since he is not a derelict that he should enjoy the same rights as other “normal” people. Z is also adorned with other “dark” paraphernalia that makes S wonder about the ironic paradox of this statement. S also wonders why Z serves the god that he does (?)
Then there’s M. M, believe it or not, is a Christian. His goal when I asked him what book he was reading was to memorize the book of Mark. He also walks and talks Christianity which is highly unusual in these parts given the immersion and inexorable onslaught of materialism. S talks to M quite a lot. It seems sometimes that M is one of the few links to any viable sanity that S can find in this geographic area. In a curious twist of fate; M encouraged S to fast. So at 6 PM on a Friday evening S fasted with M in agreement for a particular cause. The next day after the fast was over S woke up without some of the same aches that he normally had. Also a small still voice later that day said “I told you not to eat all that pork”. Gee, no more breakfast burritos, big deluxe breakfasts, or sausage, egg, & cheese croissants... Adios.
Scott Sepanek
TheRaptureCult.com
Shibboleth144@yahoo.com
(I haven't seen Mark for some years now. He is "M" in the article. The events are true. Mark Hobson - if you're out there brother - I miss you. Pls contact me)
---pls share this article/website with as many people as you can and have them do the same. It is bound to reach someone who needs to see or hear it.
For a recent composite of where we’re at in the spiritual landscape – go to:
Increase your spiritual talents for the kingdom of God. But only do so if you have a sincere heart and desire to want to know the truth and follow the Lamb withersoever he goeth…
Because you are not alone. Blessings, Scott
