How do we thank a mocker? Sniping, critical, desperately mean commentary from those you have love, fed and prayed over. They are no longer in control if they ever were, whichever the illusion has crumbled and we are being told to be entertaining or they will no longer listen. They may have listened but never could see or hear. Tears surround my heart as I watch and America born of Independence and Truth, the Truth that Jesus Christ set U.S. free for His glory begin to unravel toward its various false gods and mortal pursuits. I cannot imagine God crying but Jesus showed U.S. that He can. My heart pumps but lacks sufficient strength and only the power of the Holy Spirit may lift me to achieve the miracles we know are coming.

Looked at as the sandwich guy or the two dollar guy though some know I have been so much more in the midst of their tribulation. They can no longer control their behaviors as something has given way. Today the world changed and those who refuse to investigate Christ devoutly determined to go on marrying and being given in marriage, holding parties and ignoring the signs and wonders in the skies and Israel of God’s Imminent return. Nice people, who called themselves good have taken on dark silhouette, wishing that righteousness and God’s People would simply go away. They want no more reminders of Wrath, Judgment or choice, but seek to lose themselves in the droning resonance of their affairs.

I have always wanted this day. I have never wanted this day. Failure is not a reasonable descriptor. For this is not failure but the sadness that the drowning could swim but would not. The rope offered and declined, water to dying thirst turned down in spite of the kindness. It will never make sense why people would choose Hell over spending eternity in the presence of our Maker, but that may have never been an option. I cannot explain the wrenching beginning at my toes realizing that their numbers include my origin family. I do not weep for my loss but God’s. The gift of creation, freedom, forgiveness and choice all blunted by a miserable decision to serve the imaginary whim of a wanton heart or seek the dripping lure of lustful deception.

Today begins the stand in God’s Armor or the retreat to the artificial and vain. No more youth of mortal cavity. No more mystical, wide eyed hope that people we loved will choose wisely for now we see them squander everlasting life for separation and pain. Incomprehensible. The birth pangs have begun and the coming of Christ is being counted. Only God knows the day and hour that the last of mankind will choose Christ. I only hope that you are the one to give them the Gospel leading to that choice. May you be looking in their eyes as they accept the Lord, Savior that we hear that Trump sound and the arch angel cry out, that we are going Home.