Do you contemplate the Lord Jesus?  Are you imagining Him sitting at the right hand of the Father or do you see Him standing next to your mansion that has been prepared for your arrival?  Or maybe He is planning the supper, welcoming saints as they arrive or planning His thousand year reign.  Gone from us for almost two thousand years now, do you imagine Him reflecting our humanity in chomping at the bit waiting for the moment to return for us?  He went to the cross, most agree in April the year 33AD, of course there is some discrepancy as to the exact year, but none will argue that we are getting very near two thousand years, roughly near 20 years give or take 4 years.

No one knows the day or the hour but it sure does look like we are dangerously close to being snatched out to be with Him in the clouds.  Let us for example take 16 years as the low end and subtract 7 years from that for the tribulation, that would mean we have 9 years before rapture.  I AM NOT MAKING A DATE PREDICTION, merely trying to alert believers that we may be so close that there is only time to turn our eyes heavenward before His return.  We know the season, we can all see the storm clouds on the horizon.  I entirely acknowledge that the Lord may determine to come hundreds of years from now, but that is not the God of order that I know.  There are no remaining or restraining signs prohibiting Him from coming to take us home.  And if the Lord wish to tarry, that is His prerogative, but even so please Lord come soon.

My task has been to awaken Saints about the work and the battle currently ensuing to which each of us ought be present.  For too long, we’ve allowed the enemy free reign when we are to proclaim territories set free in the power of Spirit by Jesus Christ the King.  For too long, we have built expensive churches, praising our own comfort, when we ought use our tithe in manifest increase to feed the poor, hungry, tired, sick, dying and fatherless.  For too long, have we spent our time on our own pursuits when the short mist of life we’ve been given ought be use on the behalf of Christ, telling the good news of our salvation to a lost and dying world.  For too long, has been my heart been wrong, singing songs about glory, grace and peace, while living in upset, poverty, petrified by the rusting bars of my personal prison.  It is about time to set things right.  I may be waiting for Jesus to return, but I ought not be waiting to do the work that He commanded.