Let’s just say for hypothetical purposes: you’re the messiah. Definitely, the way to announce your presence with authority is not to crash your car into a synagogue. There’s a few negative connotations modern persons have with loud explosive sounds at the doors of synagogues.
Just walk up and say, “Hey, I’m the messiah.” Or come back riding on some clouds with a sword sticking out of your mouth. You know, something subtle.
The afternoon service at Poale Zedeck synagogue on Tuesday had drawn to a close, and some of the congregants lingered to listen to the rabbi speak in what should have been a tranquil moment.
“We heard what sounded like a bomb,” said Marcia Robkin, who rushed to the doors with dozens of other temple-goers, fearing the worst. Maybe the landmark synagogue at Phillips and Shady avenues in the heart of Squirrel Hill had been targeted, they thought. Maybe it was a hate crime.
Outside, they saw a smoke-billowing car halfway up the steps, metal handrails, a lantern, and a concrete wall in ruin, and two men darting up Shady Avenue. So they chased after them.
They were further mystified after they managed to capture the struggling driver.
“He said, ‘You’re not going to believe this, but I’m the messiah,’ ” said Michael Cohen, one of several men who tackled Adam Disabato to the ground and held him there until police arrived.
How did he know I wasn’t going to believe that? Maybe he’s a prophet?
Mr. Disabato defended his actions to his captors, saying he was mentally ill, that he was God and that “he was sent by God to do this purposeful act,” police wrote in his criminal complaint. He talked about Osama bin Laden and religious propaganda, and said he and a friend were “hanging out at my apartment, and I got a call from God telling me to do this,” the complaint says. “I’m not crazy,” he said. “I’m just doing God’s work.”
Um, scratch that.
I hate to disagree with someone whose testimony is so very sober, consistent, and compelling, but… Mr. Disabato: you be crazy!
Important note to any readers who think they may be the Messiah: First, please don’t stalk and kill me. Thank you. Second, if you are sitting in your apartment, or anywhere for that matter, and you feel that God is telling you to go out and be violent, please go and talk to someone. The voice is not God. Thank you. In fact, God just called me in my apartment and told me he wants you to be crazy non-violently.
Entire Article: HERE