I Met Family Radio Fanatics and All I Got Was This Pamphlet
May 20, 2011
So, I went to lunch today and who do I see walking in front of me on Boylston Street?! YES. A Family Radio Fanatic. He was a sweet old man who explained I still had time to “cry out for mercy,” and said, “God bless” to me. And of course I said it back. I’m damned, not rude.
Crying out seems so shameless and flashy, though. Is it too late for simple repenting?
I asked and was given a pamphlet, which outlines how and why it has come to be believed that the rapture starts this Saturday May 21st 2011 (and as I overheard, tomorrow as 6PM Eastern time) .
THEN! I kept walking because the farmers market is back in season and I like to look at the baked goods in a sick food-porn way that makes me feel both happy and sad (and a little dirty to be honest). But, two steps further and I see a literal caravan of Family Radio campers. FIVE campers driving circles around Copley Square with their driver shouting from the windows.
Also shouting, was this lovely woman: