Time's end

Time passes too quickly. You imagine for a moment that you have control, but then realize that you don't. Time, some say, is like a flowing stream. Quickly it passes you by. You wonder where the time has gone. Sometimes you wish that you could stop time. You see your loved ones growing older. Time robs everyone of their youth.

Too much information...not enough time to process it all. Your mistakes haunt you. You want to weep, but you can't. Time won't let you. You are a servant and prisoner of time.

Volcano-a blast in the past

Seeing that volcanic ash caused a chill to go up and down my spine. How foolish we are to think that we have any control over anything! Yet we still do clamor for it. We say that we'll figure a way out ourselves. We try to blame each other for what's happening. We don't understand why we can't have things our own way.

Do we see God in this? Yes. He is listening, even when it seems as if we're heading down a long, dark tunnel. Is there something to be learned here? Yes. There is...and that is that we need to be grateful for all the things God has blessed us with...and that we need to redeem time.

More end time reflections

I'm not surprised that he cancelled the National Day of Prayer. I do fear for our nation. God has us in his crosshairs. The only reason we've been spared thus far is that he has promised to save those who come to him from his wrath.

Unfortunately this has been coming for a long time. I know. I felt ever since I was a child that my generation....that is everyone born in 1960-1969...was somehow marked as what some would consider the "end-times" generation. This means that the anti-christ would be my contemporary. The signs are all there:

1) The year the anti-christ would be born would be marked as one where there would be a complete and total break from the Judeo Christian heritage that you and your contemporaries grew up. (This is not to say that Mr. Obama is...but some of his policies have that feel to it)

2)The 1960's were marked by a break with everything...and with no foundation...everything fell apart.

I do fear that we need to be prepared for:

More restrictions on a number of things
More hatred towards Christians
God's wrath in the form of more natural disasters

Yet, we must hold out hope. The Lord will sustain us, and take us home to be with him.

Do you remember the bonus question on the Easter quiz? Luke 23:28-29 But Jesus turning unto them said: "Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves,and for your children. For the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bare, and the paps which never gave suck.(KJV) I believe that those days are coming upon us now. So I weep for my niece Aydia, and for all those that are with child. It is not going to be pleasant for those who decide to stand up against the evil forces.

Anti-Christ reflections

More and more the times grow dark. You realize with each breath that you seem to be living on borrowed time. You long for a time that isn't there anymore. You feel tired and a bit overwhelmed by the forces that threaten to take your very soul away if they could. Everyone tells you that you should have known. You didn't. You wanted to ignore the signs, and pretend that everything was normal. It wasn't, and it never will be.

Are you a prophet? No...but the visions come anyway. They talk of an oppressive government that threatens to suck the life out of you. You want to scream. You don't. What good will it do? They call him Messiah, and seemingly worship him. He promises good things and tells everyone to follow him. He says everyone who opposes him are fools. "Why wouldn't everyone want these good things?" he asks with a hint of sarcasm. Yet they don't understand the enormous cost they will to pay. A cost that will enslave a whole world...

They called him "Messiah" because he promised to bring them out and make them whole. He wore a black man's face and smile that told Cassandra that his promises would soon prove to be false. Even now, his words stabbed Cassandra's conscious being with a force that she never reckoned with in her short forty-five year existence. She was afraid of what he could do.

His eyes seem to meet hers, even though he was a thousand miles away and his image was being projected on a television screen. Cassandra shivered, noting that he condemned her as well. Images flooded her soul at the prospect of what would now happen to her. Would he decide to end her life? At this moment, Cassandra felt a resistance to that thought. She didn't want to die, but knew that most thought that she deserved to die for her part in what transpired. He had to fulfill his promise to punish those that had been involved, even though in her case, it was a very limited involvement.