Hey-oooo. This is a break from our normal posting of sermons and seminars and theological musings. Just a heads up. Our next sermon will be posted in January when RUF starts back up!

I recently discovered this story I wrote in 5th grade regarding a serial-human killer. The protagonist, an ugly cat named Aresomoto, seemed to have some definite un-dealt-with anger issues and is possibly a projection of my own internal pubescent angst...

It's a ridiculous story. And although it is a story about "heaven", it in no way is remotely theologically accurate! Rather, its best read as a tale describing the turbulent middle school years, the time when we were all hormonal, going through puberty, and insecure.

I simply provide it here for your enjoyment.