Dusty mountain tops and a wind polished sky. Setting in wait for glorious sunrise or dampening moon. In it all a reflection gets remembered, a face so full of kindness and fire just thinking of it bring hearts warmth. Heat penetrating skin to purify the water beneath scouring surfaces and chasing away the stranglehold of depression’s dark. What then does the breeze foretell?  Summer’s venturesome treasures of hide and seek between the peaks, I think not. What this bespeaks is of coming darkness, not the fowl stench of evil’s gaping maw, but the end of days, at which pencils must be lain down for the test has ended.

What is the rage that cometh?  The wrath of a God, so mad, that He will cast down vials, and bowls of judgment, and pestilence, poison and curse upon the Earth.  That angels will fury to fight among the heavens, deliver blows of destruction to immortal and mortal alike.  That the Holy Spirit shall recede for times purpose that perdition may rise and call itself king, so that Truth of the only Worthy and Righteous King may clearly be seen by all. What then of proper preparation for times so angry, so ferocious as to disallow escape, even to them who dwell below surface?  Is there adequate roster of the items for said survival or shall all be casting lots of luck in fates fickle pleasure?

No it is not a thing beyond achievement though the word improperly understood for no man may call it of his own acclaim. A gift the only item upon a unusual schedule of supply. Grace, written upon the face of gladness in each Saint as home to the indwelling of the Saving Face of God’s Righteous Ghost. How then am I too psychological contain the fear of such events, over which I have no control personal to man’s potency? Simple, a thing given or taken by God must be escaped or protected by God alone. Therefore measure more than adequate to avoiding wrath, judgement or complaint is deposited into your account at God’s Pleasure, to be credited when those included are called to be protected from Earth’s insurrection and infection.

What then does a man do with this heart unintended for wrath, decidedly hopeful for the future set before him on a horizon windswept clean?  One uses the gifts of Hope, and Courage, Wisdom, Chastity and Prayer to the benefit of God’s call to all, inviting, pestering, inciting envious interrogatory, leading to acceptance and surety.  We were meant to be kings of men, not lording over them as human undertaking limits, but Spiritual Kings, pent upon obedience to a righteous, holy God, declaring consistent works within the Will of that Lord, the One Lord who gives or takes all.  For those who choose to fall, I give you tears now that will not be wasted in paradise.  For you shall be forgotten once our victory arrives.  Now is the time of your commissioning, to run with the kings of Earth in rebellion against the Most High or as officers and servants of Almighty God enlisting the armies of everlasting to sit and watch as He dispenses judgment upon the deserving He created.

For this Guy, I will watch the sky as evidence of my love of His Glorious Appearing, for one day He shall fill that very same sky with His majesty for all mankind to behold.  In Jesus’ Name. Amen