The foreknowledge escapes me, but I found myself imagining my behaviors prepared with an angels warning of our last one hundred days. It slowed my heart down, made me take a long breath, not wanting to waste even this time of thinking. Well in every man there comes reflection upon lost loves, arguments unresolved, wasted opportunities and dream paths untraveled. But what is one hundred really, three months and ten count down?  What may be done in that short time that had been left so long in undoing?

Well, I would forgive, wondering why I had harbored ill will or resentment for so long. I would then repair, contacting all those with whom I lost or gladly fumbled the ball in communication. I would resolve to begin, pursue and end each day with God. I would thank the Lord for all those whom he has given me to love and express that love with no condition. I would sell it all and give away to those in need and the rest to family or friends. I would say out loud the kind Truths I had been reserving for an important day in the future.  I would eat right but make sure to enjoy every bite, especially the stuff I really enjoyed. I would write a new song, a new story and a new rhyme to leave for those who would listen when I’m gone. I would go to Kentucky, because every man must go to Kentucky before he kicks the bucket.  Then I would stop and ask God for forgiveness because this is how he asked me to live before I got this message.

There was a day that I thought that we lived free. A phrase regarding liberty, spurred to pride in a land where all men could live just as they had chosen to be. One nation, under God that stuck together for the right reasons, love, shared ideals of property. The pride welled within the heart of me, as I volunteered to defend all who would be free.

Our enemy, done so craftily, contorted hope from within you see. In corruptions grasping hand of envy, those foundations were only as strong as you and me. They planned assault upon the family, made being a man a mockery, then filled the kids with ideas of sovereignty, enslaving them to tech idolatry.  They’ve hidden within the framework, within the machinery with chicanery, trickery and propaganda spread by cable news and T.V. We lost our hope in discovery of their dastardly attempts stole our air, you see. But we held our breath and prayed to all that is Holy, to right the ship of this cursed sorcery.

Our prayers were answered by electoral opportunity, when we got to choose an anointed leader to unravel the depths of misery. With God’s assistance we began to see, just how crooked our leaders had come to be. He crossed every I and dotted every T and re applied the blindfold to Lady Liberty, that justice might be the first set free to place the criminals where they ought to be.  From dark to light painstakingly, the plan emerged so masterfully. Hope again invaded ranks when illegal banks left our shores begrudgingly. Once again it is up to you and me to root out the seditious and set the captives free. For treason is not bribery but attempted murder of our own country. Once again our flag flown free, shining forth in liberty.

The end not told, outcomes and futures passing for us to see. Villains remaining won’t be extracted so easily we’ll employ maxillofacial surgery, torn out by root leaving cavity though time will bare necessity. When this is done, well be wounded certainly, but we will heal in time you see, once again, living free just as God blessed us to be.

It is a blessing to just be a man, nothing more. Because I am so simply defined it is easy for me to find my way in this world that would have me put on airs or illusion to prop myself up in the valuable eyes from whom I seek validation.  I also know that I am a disciple of Christ, having been cleansed and forgiven of my unrighteousness for all time, filled with the indwelling Spirit of God to seal and empower me for the Good Works to which I have been predestined for the King. A tool folks, a tool for the Hand of the Craftsman, Carpenter, Potter and King.  When did a tool ever do the work itself, oh, with AI you say that it will. Interesting anecdote?

This tool loves, builds, encourages, loves, learns, prays, helps, sustains and gives not from his own stores but from the provision of the Righteous King. You see if it were from me then I could accept or allocate myself credit and then seek validation of my worth for those works for which I’ve personally provided.  But, since I am a tool, cannot accept any of the thanks, glory, debt or recognition, that belongs solely to Him.

My job is tell the story of a God who loved this world so much that He inserted Himself into the time and space He created to right a wrong that only He could correct.  A wrong that man himself had created in disobedience, aided and abetted by a fallen, Arch Angel, who himself has sought war with God over his own prideful ambition.  As Judge God has the only right to pronounce judgment upon the created beings that He created. On one hand an angel and those who were deceived to follow him were cast down and on the other hand those disobedient humans had been offered everlasting redemption and peace through acceptance of offered Grace.  Same Creator, Same Judge, different judgments. Just as with blessing the Lord chooses whom He blesses and curses. That is the right of the Judge alone.

Frankly, I struggle with my own battle to overcome my own temptation, particular to my wicked heart. Yes, that to me is part of what it means to be an overcomer, to resist my own temptation to sin through the Spirit that strengthens me, that the devil might flee and I might not commit the sin of my captured thought. I have enough challenge here in my own heart to be even slightly inclined to investigate your worthiness. It’s just not my duty and to be honest I don’t want the accountability of pride that comes along with that type of sin committed by the evil one in either equating myself or elevating myself beyond God’s throne.  Just a man, a simple tool, setting myself apart, Trying to remain Holy like my King, while surrendering my frailties for transformation.  That, to be honest is more than enough responsibility for me.  Yes, I can lend a hand, bare a burden, pray, encourage, sharpen and assist on your walk when appropriate, but that is being a loving Brother, not your judge.

These are not simple times in which we live.  We are tested, assailed, travailed and tempted repeatedly by our own desires.  To overcome we must understand our predicament and prepare ourselves to be armoured by the characteristics of the only Spirit that can win this war of attrition against all things evil, Christ Jesus The King.

Pitied men like me with grand things upon our minds, hoping of romance, treasures and glorious dreams of conquest or courage.  Only to awake and find ourselves quite normal, serving ideas greater than our own understanding having forgotten the mystery of being astronauts, musicians or President.  Now our real tests begin as with any man who has taken the bridle of the horse to whom he’s entrusted. The commitment makes it real and as registered participant now the enemy will savor our destruction, twisting our hearts this way and that hoping to break body and spirit and palsy us in place. yes, quitting is always an option that is what makes victory sweet, for them who would see its mantle, rise up when nearly beaten to give our last to savor its nectar. Seeing it through is something that may never be overcome, for when there is no breath, no power, no foothold, we fight on for the sake of honor to the King Almighty.

This fight may be our last friends. Do we have another foray in our mettle? This enemy stands upon our backs laughing with weight and tension, threatening our spines and our heart’s resolve.  What then shall they do with our laughter and song as we are swept along by the fury of battle? How may things as love be bested, for it conquers all battlements? And what of forgiveness in the face of the wicked whom hate all, how may their hearts be shattered by the idea that as they hold our heads under water to stifle life, we are praying for their salvation?  This is not one from which we may walk away to fight another day, for this one is for all the chips.  It is all in or nothing and nothing being absorbed into their ranks a place where none shall find escape or quarter. We may not run, we may give in, but there will be no place for solace or escape but that which is found in the shadow of Almighty God.  Is that a place where you can rest?

Don’t look to men to win the day for they are not made of the stuff that will speak this enemy from the field. Ours is the place of courage and faith, fighting on with every Word, Prayer and Reason we may muster. These are battles of heavenly realm and to fight them we must remain in the Spirit for material and flesh will not sustain the forces at bear.  It is time for man’s sanctification and arrival at the threshold of his remaking. Why does the enemy crave evolution as he mimics all that is God?  Because that is where we are headed to receive glorified bodies and become more like Christ than we’ve ever been capable.  To be free from sin, death, illness and limitations of a mortal existence, to live in the presence of our God and feel the warmth of His Holy Light.  Does magic seem some poor excuse for the reality that lay before us? Certainly the enemy would stir your heart to stray from your rightful path in the family of Almighty God.  Will you stand this day in hope of that tomorrow?  Will you give it all to usher in the Kingdom of God and pull back many from the edge of an abyss they dare not enter? Have you that manner of commitment in your Spirit? It will be glorious to see.  In Jesus’ Name, join your shield to mine that we might stand this ground together, with His courage and love in our hearts and His Name upon our lips. Forever in sight.

On the bottom side of the ball of my foot, poking, threatening infection and a reminder at each step off.  Yes, this world wounds, impinges, offers barb and splinter for our reminder that it is constantly attempting to cling to, embed, poison or pester your peaceful, harmonious connection to God.  Interruptions abound, prisons lay in wait, a simply click away to being captured and wickedness revealed, a pain that deeply effects those who would live righteous.  Especially when the damage or evil is seen plainly at home, in friends, trust or even in the body of Christ.  But these are the times for wounded prayer, sponsored by a loving heart, determined to see God’s Peace victorious in this country and across the Earth.  Without the pain over lost innocence, abuse of the poor and vulnerable or having suffered deception at home we won’t be forced to our knees in the only repose significant to defeating this evil, once and for all time.

If there were no troubles we would go about merry way, never contemplating God, but because we suffers trials beyond our own capacity to survive we cry out.  Have we stopped for even a moment to imagine this the perfect device for opening communication with a God who is waiting for relationship?  If this world were all flowers, butterflies, fair weather and lilacs, then would we ever turn to God? Let’s be honest, we need God, because this life hurts.  And the fact that some hearts are so wounded by the predicament of man is indicative of that existence familiarity and similarity with the Lord Himself.

For God weeps over mankind, but lest we be horribly mistaken, he has offered all a truce and end to the battle between us.  And once that offer has been clearly accepted, declined or waived in foolishness, unlike myself the Lord will pour out righteous wrath on mankind that will separate any foolish enough to remain upon the fence.  My pain is a pure, understood yearning and empathetic cry to God on behalf of my fellow men for, unlike God I am no righteous judge of anyone.  Therefore, man may laugh at my sympathetic pain or prayer, but has no cause to fear from me, for I am appealing to the Highest Authority in All Universes.  Him you need revere and be cautious of your offhand mockery, for it is all being recorded for that day when all men will have their moment before God.

This life is getting more painful as the stakes are raised approaching the end of the crucible.  My prayers are more powerful than ever as I know that they are being stored for answer, even those that require Christ to return for their remembrance.  I know the pain of this life will end, what I fear more realistically than ever before is the pain that will never heal as those who remain in conflict with the Lord suffer eternally in a prison of their own making.  Please don’t leave this life without having made peace with God for this is our only opportunity.  And please do not allow the enemy to convince you that it is simply sufficient to be a “good” person, believing this will gain entry to salvation and heaven.  These are both deceptions.

God made the rules, there is only one way, one truth, one life, one light, one Word that frees us from the debt of sin and death.  That is the truth surrounding the Lord Jesus Christ.  I am praying for you in your predicament, but remember I will never have the authority to rescue or save anyone, but I know who can.  To Him no cry will be in vain.  For all who call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.  Won’t you make today that day to seal yourself for eternity and make the today’s trials the last you will face alone, forever.  I await my answered prayers.  I ask them in the Mighty Name of Jesus Christ the King.

The burdens of maintenance, inhibit, deny, delay and limit the Will of God before me. These things have become encumbrance, dragging behind me requiring my energy for relocation, up keep and storage. How much does this man need to survive?  Well actually, not much, except that my darn ego and self concentration come with big eyes and curvy couches of resounding comfort. Is it that time once again to give it all or has it ever really been all that I have given?  For this time maybe it is the desire for comfort for which He has been waiting for me to surrender. How many of us could do the scratchy clothes, grasshoppers and honey deal required to be herald of the Coming King?  I know me neither, maybe tomorrow Lord.

But how do I reconcile that with claiming that I want the Lord’s greatest blessings if there are roads upon which he would have me venture that I am unwilling to travel for lack of hygienic desire?  Truth is a tough measure of reality, for there is no wiggle room in truth, no tempting places of seductive darkness in which to hide actual intent vs verbal acknowledgment.  Before the Lord I am naked, not simply unclothed but unencumbered by my own veils and masks, lain bare.  It is a comfortable place where no energy need be siphoned for excuse or false persona, but it breeds responsibility, growth and timely performance for the only reason for lack thereof is the choice of disobedience for personal intent. Sir, I didn’t because I was scared, tired, hungry, incapable, broke, hungry and alone, just don’t work with an omniscient King who gives you all these things and more.

Beyond this there are only two avenues, back and forward, no sideways left or right.  No departure from the skinny path only backtracking that I might be lost in the wilderness of my own fleshly desires or forward, freed, off loaded and prepared/armoured by the Power, authority and provision for the Tasking’s of Almighty God. Will I make it to the end of this road in faith, through whichever trials come to pass?  Well of course, because when I have nothing further to give, the Lord will simply stand me up and pull me along like a child whose Father must lead or He will carry me, in which case all my stuff will have been left by the roadside anyway.  Either way, it is time once again to lose it all as a general practice of departure from self, shaking off the characteristics of man past. Putting on the New Man, the transformed man, the man who would serve God with everything, focus, intent, treasures of heart and mind.

To God be the Glory. Please take some of my stuff, because I have a mountain to climb and cannot take it with me when I go.  In Jesus’ Name I pray for all of you in health, wealth and surrender to the King.  Amen

At my pace, it is possible to take in all that is coming at me, ingest and be particular about the learning, difficulties and trials that I face. In my story, it works out the way I’ve planned, where my long term goals lay before me in a carefully plotted course at which I will arrive on a specific date and realize my personal victory. The world according to me requires that this country is not under assault by global pressures intent upon its destruction and that my family is safe every minute of the day while I attend to things elsewhere.  My idea of fate, is a slow steady release of miracles in my favor culminating in a movie about the great blessings of the life of me.

That is certainly well and good, unless of course I have made the audacious claim that I belong to God and that His Will should be done here as it is in heaven.  Then my plans no longer drive the bus.  His pace is now the speed at which I must learn, grow and perform.  It is not that anything has really changed I just decided to become conscious of the fact that He has been in charge of everything in my life since the outset.  In actuality, nothing changed but my awareness and surrender, basically my heart.  Since, my heart has been changed acknowledging His story, in which I am a character, arguably a bit character in the twenty-seventh act of the thirty-ninth scene, it is now my duty to practice my one line to perfection, that it might be delivered on time to the Glory of God.

What then of my plans Lord?  Do you really mean the “He who loses His life for my sake, thing”?  Well let’s take a look, then you decide what to believe; Luke 14:25-33 And there went great multitudes with him: and he turned, and said unto them, If any man come to me, and hate not his father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brethren, and sisters, yea, and his own life also, he cannot be my disciple. And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple.  For which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first, and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it? Lest haply, after he hath laid the foundation, and is not able to finish it, all that behold itbegin to mock him, Saying, This man began to build, and was not able to finish. Or what king, going to make war against another king, sitteth not down first, and consulteth whether he be able with ten thousand to meet him that cometh against him with twenty thousand? Or else, while the other is yet a great way off, he sendeth an ambassage, and desireth conditions of peace. So likewise, whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all that he hath, he cannot be my disciple.

The Word speaks for God, my choice phrases are ill to follow.

Now back to my foolishness regarding the world according to me.  The Bible says that this country either will be lost in the overcoming of an enemy so devious and deceptive that we never see him coming.  Or that this country is not mentioned because it simply falls apart or falls into love with the concept behind “Global Community” or “It takes a Global Village”.  Or we are folded in to the arms of the global movement after all the Christian Leaders are raptured out, snatched away to be with Christ and there are then very few to resist the power of the those calling for its downfall.  Or we simply don’t put up adequate fight to stave off this espionage of calamity mounting an assault over our borders and within our ranks.  What I want to see happen, really only matters in my prayers.

I am aligned with the Will of God and look forward to it being put into place, because it is the only True Salvation Plan for this World.  Any intention of man is flawed and will fail because within its inception is filtered through the sins of its designer and will always fall pray to he envy, strife, ambition and greed of the men who write it.  Or worse yet they will always listen to the devious advice of a fallen angel only so happy to tell them that their ideas are priceless, waiting to consume them when we fail.

We need to grow up. Not because I want it though I do, but because it is what God wants of us.  We need to grow in our faith, not because I demand it though I really wish we would.  No, again because without faith it is impossible to please God.  We need to pray for this nation to be saved, not because I want to see a return to the Constitutional Republic with which we were blessed by God, but because God loves us and wants that all will come to the knowledge of the Truth of His Salvation.  This has so little to do with me, yet it is everything for which I have been created.  My advice, lose yourself, serve God, in that not so simple decision you will find a life grander than you could ever reach via your own plans, your own story or your own view of the world.

I pray that you find the hope for this country in Jesus Christ, the only hope for mankind.  In His Name I pray.

Poking and blowing on the embers for fear they’ll stifle and the morning will give way to the coming cold, frozen nightmare threatening to slumber the last sleep. Wrapped in garbage bags and newspaper surrounded by rubbish, collected in an attempt to provide insulation from the nightmare that would remind I am alive. Don’t know what I drank but it scalded my intestines and made me imagine I had traveled to Mars for a time. Oh, to come back crashing upon the surface of this petrified park, shifting so whoever I am laying up against isn’t being poked by my elbow, groaning. What is there to fear if everything is fearsome.

I know one of them will kill me, it is just a matter of natural selection as to which bully achieves the objective of removing one more rodent from this habit trail, America.  Racing, puffing, wheezing as my little legs struggle to keep up with the pace of the spinning field around me. If only poetry could save me for I can be almost Shakespearean as I pivot in the ballet of my verbal nom de plume. But that is of no value in this home challenged daydream, today I am a survivalist turned loose in the concrete jungle, to take, scrape, bite, scratch, steal, bargain or plunder for the purpose of existence.  Today I stay alive, until tomorrow.

Where is this God of whom they come to offer food and sleeping bags that we trade for pot and hot chocolate?  I pretend to listen, but I have practiced that concerned look while thinking about Hawaii or Disneyland as they tell me about salvation from this rat race. It just doesn’t make sense as they come in their fresh faced, clean clothes and cell phone driven moments apparently somehow giving themselves the cathartic joy of saying that their visit made a difference by telling me the way to the Cross I have yet to experience.  Look lady, I am going to take all the free food, gifts and money you offer, because all of it is useful in the jungle, for trade for insurance for one night’s full rest without shiver. I would sell anything but I am not what the lustful demand, too skinny, too small, too white.  I guess I should thank the stars that I’ve got nothing they want for then I would really be in a brier patch full of tar.  I’ve got no free stuff today so it is to the soup kitchen I stumble, waiting gladly in a line to get something that I can hold onto that’s warm to melt my frozen digits.

Maybe tomorrow, I will listen to the Pastor’s convocation.  Today its about forgiveness and hope, two things upon which I have wasted too many nights with no reward, so they have been dispensed in the dust bin of remembrance.  Who needs hope, when there is no way out of the this abyss of constant trial?  What I need is escape.  I search for Wanda because she always manages to hook up with some uptowners who give her free dope. That will help this day become bearable. It funny no matter how badly I smell, everyone else always seems to smell worse than me.  No one really ever showed me this Love of Christ of which He is speaking.  I get a whole lot of lecture and promises but nothing so concrete as this grey observance I experience daily.  Maybe tomorrow I will get my chance to rise above this nightmare of my own making, but for now I will play along, drinking what is offered, eating and sharing life with those gathered in their own indecision.  I shake the Pastor’s hand and he stops the procession. Pulling me close he whispers, “Daniel, I don’t know how to give you hope, but if you will trust me, I can show you the way to find your way out of this maze that you are running”.  “I love you little Brother and you were meant for so much more than this”, he says.  “There is a bus leaving tomorrow for a new program, a program looking for men who want to start a new life”.  He pauses, waiting for me to show some interest upon which to build.  “Maybe tomorrow”, I say.  Tonight I have plans.

Maybe someday some one will love me enough to offer me a way to get out of this nightmare, but tonight I will just have to survive one one more day, on my own whits.  Off to find Wanda and her bag of weed or whatever else she is willing to offer.  Time to escape.  Maybe tomorrow my ship will arrive, for tonight I am glad that it looks like a clear night of stars.

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

Francis asked God and God answered in that quiet, inescapable voice that none of us must avoid.  What Francis was called to, challenged conventional thinking, even provided the possibility of potentially devastating impacts upon his family.  But he still walked the road that God had bid him travel.  For after all that is why we are here each of us, isn’t it?

We live in times that most of us would prefer to change, within a nation that has for the most part ignored, forgotten or simply doesn’t remember what it means to receive the chance to live free by the blessings of Almighty God.  Children yearn for the brutal hand of socialism, a concept they neither understand nor will want but by the time they realize its crippling servitude it will be too late.  However, isn’t that what we as humans force God to bring us through in order to turn our hearts back to Him.  I mean look in Biblical history, people were always so hard headed, wanting back into the world system or having to be sold into slavery, conquered or led around endlessly in the desert before they realized we must attend to God’s call upon our hearts, or else.

The Lord has told us by not speaking about the United States in the Bible that we are not here in the end times.  Pastors most of them do not wish to speak of things that upset the flock, for a host of reasons.  The worst of which I will mention shortly the least of which is that they don’t know what to tell people about that absence.  We must now do what we are called to do and place our full hope, faith and trust in the Lord and leave the outcome to Him, for His plan is awesome and it is right to trust His devotion to each of us.  That is what Francis is doing, He loves and trusts God and has heard the voice of the Good Shepherd and has no other choice but to follow.

Where does this leave us?  I don’t have a church, I don’t have a pretty face, a building, a fancy car or a burgeoning church for which I must worry each month about a mortgage that will not disappear even if the money does.  So, I will tell you straight.  It is entirely possible that the United States is not in the Bible at end times, because it ceases to be a free and unfettered nation.  I do know this that when God doesn’t clearly talk about something in the Bible that He doesn’t want us to know.  That we are meant to operate on faith and place our lives in His hands.  What then do we do about this issue?  Do we believe the Bible being the inerrant Word of God, knowing that it has never been inaccurate or wrong?  And since we believe it what then is going to happen to our beloved country that once yearned to be free and now does not seem to share that original ideal?  That answer is that I do not yet know, but we will soon find out.  Now let us get into some of the encouragement through what we do know.

We know that Christ is returning for the Church and that we do not deserve to suffer His wrath for we have answered His offer of Grace through salvation.  Therefore, our lot is to keep our eyes skyward and our hearts prepared for that moment of His return.  But why are we here then, just to wait?  No, of course not, because the sounding bell of the moment of His return is the moment that the last person that will freely accept His offer of salvation makes that faithful decision that is when it is time for Him to come get His church.  So, we are the ones responsible for bringing about that faithful occurrence, so in effect we are somewhat in charge of when He returns.  The faster we disciple, the wider we cast our nets, the more fish we will bring into the boat.  Fishers of men, Hummm.

I do know that there is going to be a one world government, a one world religion and a one world commercial system.  That is clearly stated in the Bible.  I know that the world will choose their king, the son of perdition to lead them against the Lord our God in disobedience.  Does that occur because the restraining Spirit of the Holy God that resides in us, the believers is basically removed when we are harpazoed out of here?  That is a faithful thought is it not, because that empowers us to save our families, friends, colleagues and even our enemies by telling the Good News of Christ?

I know the fate of this world, to suffer God’s Wrath, lose a great battle with the Prince of Peace, the Lion of Judah, the Lord Jesus Christ and will be ruled by the true righteous King of Everything.  I don’t know about you but I don’t want to be here in tribulation and the Bible indicates that that will be the case.  If I am not going to be here, then it is what I do now, in prayer and service the King which is the only thing that matters at all.  Praise God He has created each of us for such a time as this.  Stand up, march out, speak the Word in Power and Love.  Bring hearts to the Cross where they might be saved from the tragedy to come.  Leave the rest to God, for He was the only one who could ever do anything about it any old way.  In Jesus’ Name.