Devondale Butter & Pink Gorillas

You know Devondale butter? You know the cow logo? Have you ever noticed that the legs aren't actually legs? Google it.

Now you can't unsee it, and you're welcome. When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, you'll look back on this day with a satisfied sigh, thankful that the rest of your mortal life, equipped with this toothsome morsel of knowledge, was just that little bit more complete. (I promise this is going somewhere.)

You see, this is how I feel about Psalm 110. Back in my hot youth, it meant little more to me than a cow with regular legs. It beetled along like most other Psalms, extolling the Messiah, promising eschatological victory, yeah yeah yeah.

Then one day, everything changed. Genuinely. The title isn't clickbait. Or at least, it's not only clickbait, because it's entirely truthful. From the moment I truly understood Psalm 110, I couldn't unsee it, and my life has not been the same since. It's like a door unlocked in my mind, opening to vistas of possibilities that previously existed in a dimension beyond the grasp of my imagination.

History means something now. Australia matters. My humble town of Kurri Kurri is where it's at and I wouldn't be anywhere else for the world. (But we're getting into the next video's territory.)

Nowadays, as an aging man with almost dozens of years under my belt, I look back on those pre-Psalm-110-epiphany days of blue-pilled naivety with a paternal smile.

As promised, my email address: mphunter.2001 @ gmail.com

And while we're on the subject, there's also an arrow in the FedEx logo.