ARE WE THE ANTI-CHRIST WE MOST FEAR?
“Mommy, Mommy! Come and see!” She had her hands full with an exuberant eight year old. “Look!” I screamed, as I pointed up to the sky. “What, Honey?” she asked. “Can’t you see the distance between the stars?” I asked. “LOOK!” I was frustrated. I could tell by the look on her face that she couldn’t. I had been stargazing again, something I did regularly with my blanket on the back steps of our house. But this particular night, something had changed for me. In one nanosecond, my vision had shifted and I had my first glimpse of infinity with no limitations. Mom shook her head, turned, and walked back into the house. I had done a back flip out of her arms when I was a baby and landed on a silver box. The box was severely dented, but the doctor said that I was fine. Maybe that bump on the head was a blessing and perhaps that is why I saw things a little differently as a child. And I always felt temporary. I always had a fascination with the moon, the stars, and the sky and I seeme