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Ok, I read you better now.
It's pity we didn't have communication like this with the writers of those texts.
There's an old story I like, that I heard about the Mormon pioneers who were travelling west.
At one point in their travels, they were told to plant wheat or corn.
They new that they were moving on and that they wouldn't be their forever, but still went ahead.
The next year, around the time of the harvest, a starving handcart party that was following the same trail came upon the crop sowed by the others the year before, ready to be harvested and used.
There's a lot I like about the story and a lot of it fits with your closing remark.
I like to ignore the incessant search for prophecy or the 'end times' and to carry on livng as though it wasn't going to happen.
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