The first was an actual earthquake here in Suburban Sheol. I was at the church and heard this big rumble, as if a construction crane had dropped a bunch of really heavy stuff.

Turns out it was an earthquake, about a 1.5 on the Richter scale.

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The other day I was driving home from church with both girls in the backseat. We had the windows open and the girls each had baby dolls they were playing with. Suddenly M said, “My Ellie!”

I turned around and her arms were empty. I said, “Where is Ellie?!”

M cried, “She went up into the sky!”

I made a U-turn and called R, who was a couple of stoplights behind us. I told him to be on the lookout. I drove by as R was leaning out of the car to pick up the doll, who was in the middle of Big County Parkway.

She is fine, but M’s exclamation still cracks me up. Do you suppose Jesus tried to rapture up the doll and then went, “Nah…”