2011 came quietly at my house. We opened a bottle of sparkling grape juice and toasted its beginning....No banging of pans accompanied this as in previous years. I guess we relished the quiet, which in past years would have been hard to come by. I understand now why we didn't really celebrate the coming of the new year. Quiet reflection has its place, I know. It had its place here, but not for long.
I fear that the quiet will be short lived, as the blanket of evil smothers the good all around it. Even now my ears ring with what will come. Even now my eyes smart and tear with what will come. I can't breathe for the oppressive energy dancing from the heavens. I feel its tingle on my bare skin, and shiver in anticipation. The signs are everywhere you look. Signs that the Lord will be back very soon. Will I be ready for his return? I don't know. My fears and doubts assail me. I long to see the one who saved me from myself, yet I worry that he will reject me. That is my greatest fear.
They tell me time is short, and I should make the most of every day. Yet they don't know what I go through. Am I a fool to want to see the Lord in all his glory now? Am I cowardly not to want to go through the great tribulation? No. The Lord is the master of time and space. He holds it all in his hands. We need to make the most of every day.
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