One
day this past week, just as I was leaving the office, the sirens went off. It was
a tornado warning. We’d already had heavy rains accompanied by high winds. Now the
sky was dark. The trees were still. It was all very ominous. But I wasn’t going
to wait until 6:30 when the warning was supposed to be over.
He
went through the list. “If you have a basement, go there. If you don’t, go to a
room without a window. And if you’re in your car”… you’re screwed. He didn’t
really say that, but it’s what I thought.
He
was on the air for over thirty minutes dispensing a message of fear; of
impending disaster. Afterwards, the announcer on the following program shared
how when he was a little boy he was so afraid of thunder that when he heard a loud
clap, five seconds later he would throw up. It was like clockwork.
You’d
think it was the end of the world. Maybe it was.
29 “Immediately after the anguish of those days, the sun will be
darkened, the moon will give no light, the stars will fall from the sky, and
the powers in the heavens will be shaken. NLT
I’ve
never been that interested in the “end times”. The guys who carry a sandwich
board declaring the end of the world, are an oddity to me. It’s not that I
don’t believe; it just seems irrelevant to right now. Following Jesus is difficult
enough without worrying about something that’s been predicted since Jesus was
on earth.
But really, it’s the beginning.
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