Folks, here's the deal: no malarkey. Back in the day, the Israelites were on the move and they came to this place called the Desert of Zin. They were thirsty and started to complain, so God told Moses to make a bronze snake and put it up on a pole. Whoever looked at it would be healed. Literally. I'm not joking. And then the people moved on to the Desert of Moab and they were all set to fight against the King of Moab. But then the King of Moab offered up some sacrifices to God and God told the Israelites to back off. See here, Jack, that's God for ya. He's not one to let a fight happen if He can help it. Anyway, the people kept on moving and they came to the edge of the Promised Land. But they didn't get to go in just yet, they had to wait. What was that? Wait until it was their turn? Or uh, you know, until the time was right? Either way, the Israelites kept on waiting, and here we are today, still waiting for that day. Not gonna happen. I tell you what, God will make sure of it. Excuse me? Did I say something wrong?