I love this taunt towards Babylon in Isaiah 14:
All your pomp has been brought down to the grave,
along with the noise of your harps;
maggots are spread out beneath you
and worms cover you.
It reminds me of a Saturday night skit where Jane Curtain on "Weekend Update" reported on the Miss USA pageant results and concluded with "and in 80 years she will be maggot food".
But as I meditate on this more, I am disturbed in a couple ways. I often see parallels between Babylon and Hollywood and I find myself drawn towards the output of our own little Babylon. I also am becoming aware of my deteriorating body and my obsession with staying fit. In 80 years, my body will be maggot food if the Lord tarries.
Oh Lord, help me.
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