Posted by skiutah on Thursday, May 15, 2008
I can remember in the late 70s, I had an LDS seminary teacher who told me “the world will end in less than 15 years, you are the chosen generation to do battle with Satan before Christ comes, you have been saved for the very last days, you must have done something extra special in the pre-existence to be born into a white LDS family in Utah. You are a Saturday’s Warrior!”
At the time, I asked my grandmother what she thought about the above comments by my seminary teacher, she said “don’t worry about the apocalyptic rhetoric, I was told the same thing when I was a young girl.”
When my grandmother passed away many years ago, we had to call in a biological hazmat team to extricate the 2 year supply of food (that was about 30 years old) from her basement.
In retrospect, I must have been an average Joe in the pre-existence. I don’t keep a 2 year supply of canned food in my cellar. And I won’t moving back to Missouri with the rest of the doomsday cult.
I realize now that nobody in my generation was a “Saturday’s Warrior”, at best, I’d be a “Friday’s Warrior”. Somehow the soundtrack doesn’t sound the same though… “these are the few, the warriors saved for Friday, to come, the last day of the world, these are they, on Friday…”
(and my grandmother must have been a Thursday’s Warrior)