The Coming Crescendo
Last week, we watched the protests.
Some wondered. Some still wonder.
In the last decade and a half, we have seen war. We have witnessed refugees. We have watched the displaced as they walk and walk and walk. Untold stories in their hearts. Their eyes seeing things not in front of them, but repeating scenes from where they were.
We have watched the ancient places like Nineveh be sacked. Christian churches that are centuries and centuries old destroyed.
Men with the name of Jesus on their tongues slain.
Yesterday, there was an earthquake in Japan. And a tsunami.
Another in New Zealand.
A few days and weeks ago, one in Rome. And a tornado.
We wait. We wonder. And we read.
Nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be powerful earthquakes, famines, and plagues from place to place; and awesome sights and mighty signs will come from the sky.
The grapes are not yet ripe. Harvest time is not quite here.
But we are closer today than yesterday. Closer than when the millennium changed. Closer than we were with the breath we just took, and exhaled.
There is still time.
Hurry with your yes.
While there is time.