Is the World Going to End on September 23rd?

Is the world going to end on September 23^rd?  Well, yes….obviously, for some people it will.  For others, it will end sooner, and for some later.  One of the fascinating things about life is that it ends for everyone, and very few people know when that end will come. 

Neither does anyone really know what tomorrow will bring.  Will Kim Jung Un have sent us the “gift” he has been promising?  Will the Yellowstone super volcano blow and wipe out everything west of the Mississippi?  Will another hurricane smash into the east coast or Florida?  Will I fall down the stairs and break my neck?  Do I unknowingly have an aneurysm that will rupture while I am eating dinner?

I wish all the supposed prophets would stop making specific predictions and contriving something from the signs they believe are in the heavens.  My understanding of a prophet is that he/she is someone who speaks truth into a situation.  This does NOT necessarily involve attempts at predicting what will happen five days from now.  Those assertions are not truth….they are guesses.  Only God knows what the future holds.

He has made some promises which are truth and will happen.  He will return.  Those who know and love Him will be taken to heaven to live with Him…either at the time of their death or when He returns.  But, He has very purposefully not told us when.  When John wrote Revelation, there were things he heard which he was specifically told not to record.  I suspect this may be because it would have made coming events too obvious to us.  God did NOT want us to know, so please stop guessing!

What God does want is for all to repent, acknowledge His son and enter into a loving relationship with Him.  If we knew the future, it would be tempting to live in sin until the very last moment and “repent” then.  God does understand human nature.  He knows our weaknesses.  He wants us to come to Him because we love Him and genuinely desire to serve Him.  He knows the intents of our minds and hearts.

Matthew 24:42-44 Therefore keep watch, because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.  But understand this, if the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into.  So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him.

I guess since he is expected on September 23^rd, it will not be then. 

Hmmm….I wonder if the “prophets” making the predictions have copies of the Bible that are missing these verses.

Is This God's Mercy?

Those of us who believe that Christ will one day return and rule the world in righteousness have been expecting it was imminent for a long time.  I’m sure those who don’t believe it think we have loose screws, and that we are silly to keep believing as years go by.  

We believe that it will indeed happen, but only in God’s time.  He wants everyone to have a chance to accept the salvation that comes through the sacrifice of Jesus dying for our sins.  Only He knows when everyone who is open to receiving His free gift will have had a chance to accept it.

Lots of people are out there declaring they have had dreams and visions that now really is the time, and that natural disasters we are currently seeing are God’s judgment prior to his coming.  I have no idea.  The Bible says that no man knows the day or hour. (Matthew 24:36)

I would like to propose that the natural disasters are, in fact, God’s mercy.  I am praying that those who are atheists or agnostics and see these events as the power of “Mother Nature” will begin to see them as the power of an Almighty God.  A little bit of fear in the face of a strong hurricane or an earthquake is not a bad thing.  “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.” (Psalm 111:10)  Perhaps, this is not so much judgment, as God giving a last chance to those who have been resisting.

Will these events bring misery to those who already know and love God?  Yes, in some cases, they certainly will, but what if our misery brings salvation to someone who doesn’t know and love Him.  There is a saying that “there are no atheists in foxholes.”  Perhaps, there are no atheists in 185 mph winds or 12 foot storm surges.  

We need to believe our suffering is worth someone else’s salvation.  The rain falls on the just and the unjust. (Matthew 5:45)  So, if the already redeemed are inconvenienced or experience suffering or even death, let us see it as part of God’s mercy to those who still have not recognized their need.  Let us pray that they are driven to the “Mercy Seat.”

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

The stable door swings open

And with speed he charges out.

His rider wears a crown.

He gives a thunderous shout.

His bow is strung,

His mission to fulfill,

And the white horse springs forward

To conquer and to kill.

A red steed comes behind him,

Chaos to create.

He holds a mighty sword

To bring about man’s fate.

He stirs up dissension,

Men kill each other.

They fall and they die,

But yet there is another.

The black horse of famine

Flies over the earth

His rider holds scales

To determine worth.

What will it cost

To buy your daily bread?

The world groans in hunger.

Millions are unfed.

The sound of the pale horse

Is heard in the street.

His hooves are clattering

With an incessant beat.

Famine, plague and death,

The wild beasts rise up,

A fourth of mankind drinks 

Wrath from judgment’s cup.

We go about our lives,

Not thinking this will come,

But the day is approaching,

And no one can run.

Satan may win the battle

But God will win the war

Every knee will bow to Him

And time will be no more.

From Revelation 6:1-7

                                                                        

Countdown to Demise

I don’t think I am excessively morbid, but I often find myself thinking about death and the whole experience of dying.  I was present as three close family members took their last breaths, and I arrived on the scene shortly after two others had left this earth.  I am now the oldest person in my family of origin, so wondering about the timing of my own demise seems quite natural and not particularly depressing.

This morning, as I soaked in my lovely bathtub, I was wondering what I would do differently, if I knew ahead of time when I would die.  The online longevity calculators give me another 25 years, but it’s a bit risky to actually believe those online questionnaires, that tell you crazy things like what percent beautiful you are and whether your IQ is as high as Stephen Hawkings.

So I concluded, if I knew I would die in:

25 minutes—I would get out of the bathtub and put some clothes on.  It would be bad enough for someone to find my dead body, but imagine the trauma, if it were naked and water-logged!

25 hours—I would make some lists of my wishes, things like who should get what and details about the workings of our lives and the household that I know and Bill doesn’t

25 days—I would try to touch base with each of my children and grandchildren one more time to encourage them to give God his rightful place in their lives.  I would do some sorting and throwing out.  I have a few projects in progress that I would attempt to finish.  I would put everything I have written out on my blog and make no further attempts to get it published.

25 months—I would do more sorting and throwing out.  I would get Bill ready to move into something smaller and more convenient for him with less yard work.  I would sort through several boxes of photos and slides and have them digitalized so that the originals weren’t sitting around collecting dust.  I would not start any new projects.  I wouldn’t bother trying to sand down and refinish those old dressers at the cottage.  I would not accept any more tutoring jobs.

25 years—What if I really did have 25 years left?  I wouldn’t change much right now…other than getting out of the tub, but I would begin working on some of the previously mentioned activities.  I would start new projects.  I would continue to write.  I would work at down-sizing, but not in a frenzied way.  I would continue to be amazed at God’s faithfulness and the peace that comes from a relationship with him made possible by the shed blood of Jesus.

25 minutes, hours, days, months or years from now, I look forward to seeing him and knowing, as I am known.

Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.  (I Corinthians 13:12 New Living Translation)

Empty Head...Empty Soul

Empty-headed brains full of white noise,

Spew forth meaningless chatter

About appearance and ego

About events of no consequence

Foolishness.

The reality of life and death,

Brushed aside and ignored

For thoughts of celebrities

For music without substance

Trivial pursuits.

Living a life of denial

Ignoring what matters

Keeping busy going nowhere

Doing nothing of consequence.

Treading water.

Filling the hollow soul

With a bit of wine

With a ridiculous flirtation

By manufacturing conflict

Creating drama.

Is there no hope of insight?

If I shook you, would it precipitate

A clear and rational thought?

How can you not see?

Someone loved you enough to die for you!

Rend the Heavens

Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down, that the mountains would tremble before you!  As when fire sets twigs ablaze and causes water to boil, come down to make your name known to your enemies and cause the nations to quake before you!  

Isaiah 64:1-2

For thousands of years, this has been the cry of those who believe in an all-powerful God, as they look at the violence, injustice and evil in the world.  I suspect every generation has had people who thought things could get no worse.  We are no exception.  As we see world rulers who seem out of control, groups who exercise violence against others who disagree with them, and individuals who seem to delight in their own wicked character, we want to scream, “God!  Come down and put an end to this!”

So….why doesn’t He?

I don’t profess to know.  But, if he had swept down from heaven and made everything right a millenia or a century ago, you and I would probably not have been born.  I do not have the mind of God.  I cannot understand how all the events of history fit together with the lives of individuals to accomplish his purposes.  However, I believe he has a plan and a purpose for each of our lives.  We see only the small segment of time in which we are caught.  We may study the past, and guess at the future, but it is only a guess.  We do not see the whole panorama, the whole pattern woven into the fabric of time and eternity.

So, we are left in the middle of what appears to us to be chaos, unable to see the plan, and we cry out…

Oh that you would rip the heavens apart,

Tear them as one rips a curtain open,

Burst through with such awesome power,

That every knee bows.

Roar like a lion.  Blaze like a fire.

Heat the pot of human events to boiling.

Cause praise to your name to come from every mouth.

I keep believing that someday this will actually happen, and the crooked will be made straight. (Isaiah 40:4) He came as a lamb two thousand years ago.  Someday he will come as a lion, and no one will stand before his roar.  No one.

Unpardonable Sin?

I suppose this is a strange thing to think about on a cross-country flight, but I have already done a crossword puzzle, 3 Sudokus, the Mensa quiz in the airline magazine, and have read some articles in said magazine, eaten lunch, and napped.

So…here is what I am pondering.  Is it possible to reject the voice of the Holy Spirit and God’s urging toward repentance and salvation so many times that one becomes incapable of accepting Christ as Savior?

The Bible is full of assurances that God loves us and wants us to come to repentance.  There is a parable which indicates that even coming to him at the last minute after a wasted life gets one into heaven, but could the barrier be within ones self?

My father told me a story, told him by his mother.  I don’t know how accurately it was related, and if I am remembering it exactly as I was told.

My grandmother was raised on a farm in Kitchener, Ontario.  Her mother died when she was a young girl leaving the children to be raised by her husband Valentine Maul, who was apparently an unpleasant man.  Her childhood was difficult, filled with manual labor and harsh punishment.  When Grandma and her sister were in their late teens, they left home and set out by themselves for Buffalo, New York, where they found work as seamstresses in a company that made men’s suits.  My grandmother actually became a tailor.

I don’t know how long after that, they heard that their father was dying, and took a train back to the town in Canada where their father was living.  On arriving, they did not know where he was staying, and went into a local business to see if by chance, he was known in the town. 

“Oh, yes,” was the answer.  “Everyone in town knows where he is.  He has been screaming for days that he is dying and going to hell.  He says he has rejected God so many times that now he can’t accept him.”

My grandmother died when I was thirteen, and this is not the kind of story one would tell a child, so I never heard it firsthand.  I would have liked to know if Grandma and her sister were able to offer any comfort, if they were able to assure him of God’s forgiveness, if he would only repent.  I don’t know the answers to those questions.

No one can know for sure what is in another’s heart.  But, I know people who have heard the message of Christ’s love and forgiveness many, many times and turned a deaf ear.  Does the Holy Spirit ever give up on someone?  Is it possible to so harden ones own heart that there is no inclination toward God, no realization of ones need, no ability to swallow ones pride?  Is that the unpardonable sin?

I pray for the Holy Spirit to keep pestering those I love until they can no longer resist.  I pray that they never get to the point my great-grandfather apparently reached.