What if Dr. Seuss had been asked to promote our Sunday School class on the Book of Revelation? He wouldn’t have printed a bulletin insert. He’d have rhymed! He’d have invented a Woe-Wumper, prescribed Glimmer-Goggles, and given poor Pastor Dave knocking knees. So, with apologies to the good Doctor, here is our announcement: a Seussian invitation to show up for a study of the Book of Revelation. Read the poem below aloud, with feeling, please. Bouncing is optional.
On a bright Sunday morning in Building Number B”
Sat the Sunday School class, sipping coffee and tea.
“We’re starting anew!” cried Pastor Joey with glee,
“Now the very last book! Can you guess what it be?”
Then Missy Christine jumped right up from her chair:
“It’s the scrolls and the seals and the beasts everywhere!
There are lampstands and locusts and horsemen times four,
And a dragon!” she squeaked. “Do you think there’ll be more?”
Now Pastor Dave felt a fright, and his knees went a-knock.
“Should I bring Glimmer-Goggles? A Prophecy Clock?
Is a Woe-Wumper lurking right under my seat?
Will the locusts be friendly? And what do they eat?”
Then old Mr. Robbins came with his timelines unrolled:
Pre-trib! Post-trib! Mid-trib! In purple and gold!
They had Gog! They had Magog! Ten horns, with some spare!
There were arrows and asterisks stuck everywhere!
But Sampaga just smiled, and he said, “Hush now, dears,
You may keep all your charts and your Woe-Wumping fears.
For the end of the Book, and I’m telling you, it’s grand,
Is that JESUS will WIN! He’s the Lamb! Understand?”
“I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.”
– Revelation 1:8
Woe is me! Why didn’t you add Madam NENA GORDON offering to calm me down with her PAN DE COCO or GINA MAAMO with her SPANISH BREAD?