Jeremiah 8:11
Even though we aren't there yet, why does it feel near? Why do I sense a shift, a turning away? It seems simple enough and far off but yet it's followed me.
I've been haunted by ancient words of long ago scriptures. They've nibbled 'round the edges of my daily doing and gnawed at these fingers that write into oblivion, so blogland seems. I've chewed the words in my delay to share them. My hope being to never share them. Like gall they've went down to my innermost parts and I've harbored them there. They were these:
"Behold, the day of the LORD is coming, and your spoil will be divided in your midst. For I will gather all the nations to battle against Jerusalem.." Zechariah 14:1 and 2
In my quiet time, I've been all over the proverbial scripture map. From Acts to Timothy to Zechariah, Jeremiah and many places in between. I've scoured the news for the sign that would link this scripture to something, anything, so I'd have an excuse to write about it. Nothing came from my searching. Just alot of clamoring and this scripture.
I want to believe it's far off--to hear "peace, peace!" But I don't know if there is peace. Have we been so desensitized to all the fire and brimstones of the past that we don't think it can happen in our lifetime, our kid's lifetime in a century's time?
How many times have people in the past felt: This is the end. Here it is. World War I or World War II? The Cuban crisis of the 60s? The revolution of the latter 60's in it's moral decline?
But even in World War II not all nations turned against Israel or Jews. And true they've not all turned today, not yet. Even though cold war days lurked with subtle threats in shadows, the moral climate hadn't yet slid into the shadows of political correctness or hate speech. Churches though flawed by human institution still stood for truth. Until their 501(c)s become in jeopardy, or their big tithers steer sermons, or leaders just plain want to love the world so much they'd just throw sin in and love it too as is today. Some have slid down this slippery rope. There's a great divide in the church that seems to crack ever wider.
This isn't a stock-up-on-canned-goods and build-underground-shelters post. Personally, I'm not there. This is just observation. At the moral climate, er decline, of today and at technology surpassing anything we've ever known or medical discoveries more far-reaching than before and with space traveling capabilities and especially amassing copious amounts of knowledge, I ask how long?
"Even the stork in the heavens knows her appointed times; and the turtledove, the swift, and the swallow observe the time of their coming. But My people do not know the judgment of the LORD." Jeremiah 8:7
How long can we continue at this rate before we crash and burn? How long before too much really is too much? How long before we decide Israel is just a pain in the neck, a thorn to the world, and we all turn against her? Because it's there--like a tight rope ready to snap. And there it is--when all turn away that the end will begin.
"For I will gather all the nations to battle against Jerusalem; the city shall be taken, the houses rifled, and the women ravished. Half of the city shall go into captivity, but the remnant of the people shall not be cut off from the city. Then the LORD will go forth and fight against those nations, as He fights in the day of battle." Zechariah 14:2-3
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