Guess Who's Not Coming to Dinner

UPDATE: RESPONSE BELOW

Dear Sweet Holy Moshiach,

We would like to invite you to our temple rebuilding party NOW in Jerusalem. We hear you are wonderful company and it would be a real pleasure to have you among us. As you arrive, please beware of the

flying benches,

soaring books,

airborne shtenders,

burning garbage,

pipebombs,

name-calling,

face-slapping,

hate and violence.

Unfortunately many of our guests tend to get a little rowdy when they are kept waiting too long. We expect the delay to have been worth it, but be advised that in the meantime all semblance of sanity has left our people. If it’s any consolation, many of the guests we hope to attract will not be waiting for you and have no idea that you exist, but from the rest of us, you can expect a huge sigh of relief. All in all we expect everyone to be pleasantly surprised by your arrival. We hope you will not get too frightened by the mob scene and pandemonium that await your arrival as we very much look forward to having you celebrate this new world order with us.

Believing and waiting impatiently,
Your (confused and frightened) supporters in need of serious salvation.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to real persons or situations is purely a fabrication of your (or my) guilty conscience. Please note that this post is not meant to point a finger at anyone, it's actually pointing every finger at everyone.. we all need to WAKE UP..

Beautiful response to the post above (thanks flör)

Dear Supporters(s),

I like to thank you for your kind words, support and inherent belief in my arrival. Sadly, I have had to make some stops along that way that hadn't been factored into the schedule, but hey-- what can you do? Gd does as Gd plans.

Interesting you warn me of these shenanigans..there are times I could swear I hear the ruckus all the way here! When that happens I stop to listen more closely..usually this is accompanied by a great wave of despondence on my part; a sadness so tremendous it takes me weeks to recover.

Then again there are those times -while few and far-between- I hear music in the wind that wends it's way down the long dusy paths of my travels. Clear notes awash in purity, drenched in tears and saturated with longing..and all the while the sun beams down in pride, and the celestial beings glow. Bluest-of-blue waves cavort along the pristine beaches; giggling as they crash on home..the tens of thousands grains of sand wait patiently.

Famished from my long trek-- goodness knows I'm looking forward to the grand feast that awaits. Delicacies of creamy sacrificial offerings, scintillating dithyrambs and manificent...ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself..

Be advised that though I may be 'late', never fear I will forget, or worse-- never arrive. Would I like to be there promptly? Absolutely. But as of now the road is long. I keep my eye upon the great white building in the distance; that magnificent edifice with a golden 'crown' glinting round it's roof. Faint column of smoke rising from the courtyard..do I imagine that sweet scent now on the breeze?

Yours Truly [madly & deeply],

SHM (Sweet Holy Mashiach)

p.s.- Please, keep up those musical bits, I put them on lay-away so we'll have more to dance to coming up..in addition to them to keep me going. Will email when I get to the next rest stop (45 mi).