"Cash for Clunkers"

You don’t really understand the cursed fall until after age 60.  It begins to bear its teeth and snarl as it watches us try to open cereal bags and put on our socks.  And as we began to suffer the physical effects of the fall we are once again evangelized as never before.  How could something so beautiful, well-made, and capable fall apart?  Its failing will take us along with it, each part giving up, is one less we can depend on to survive.  We can feel the old clunker doesn’t, can’t, work like it used to, and the feeling leads to us knowing it, we will eventually give out, too few working parts to keep us going.  We rail at its unnaturalness, hit the steering wheel, and look out the windshield into eternity lying dead ahead.  Pun intended.  We need Obama to step in with “Cash for Clunkers”.  This is exactly what Jesus does, he redeems us with His blood cash, and we cruise into eternity in a brand new, showroom model.  However we must preorder, there is never one of us put aside unless we specifically ask.  It is what keeps us from cursing our old, wearing-out model, the assurance that one day this old rattletrap will be restored to better than new condition and we will cruise eternally with the top down.