You're not bored, you're fossilized

I've never seen the street in front of my apartment so quiet, so subdued, so hushed. What that statement has got to do with the sketch I made out of boredom, I have no idea. I trust you're relaxing in peace and noiselessness. Come to think of it, why can't every week be holy?

Anyway, I saw a real half-naked man walking, hammering his back with what looked like a rope with spikes. He was bleeding. If only he knew that he didn't need to do that precisely because Jesus already paid the price for our sins. No amount of self-mutilation or sacrifice can ever help us earn our way to heaven (Ephesians 2:8-9).