Stepping out onto the precipice of black asphalt
Cars whizzing past at rocket speeds
The smell of exhaust and fear
Mingled with fish, and tears.
Horns blaring and people shouting,
“Lady, you’re crazy…can you hear?”
Her mind whirls with the chaos and fear
Intermittent sanity, and tears.
Walking, purposefully toward the barrier
Sweat beading on her lip and her head
They beckon her to leap with no fear
As resolve dries the pain, and tears.
Silence engulfs and the world stops spinning
As hope dissipates into relief and calm
Anticipation pulls her over wall … over fear
Death swoops in, and there are no tears.
The current swiftly carries her pain all away
and this is how she ended the day….
The deal President Obama is forging with Iran is a very dangerous one, not only for Israel, but all of Europe, and the United States, as well. Iran has long range missiles that can launch a nuclear bomb to any country in Europe…that is fact. We also know that Iran, together with ISIS and the Muslim world, would love nothing more than to obliterate Israel. Israel’s long-time friend and ally, The United States of America, has all but abandoned her to radical Islam and its annihilators and in that abandonment have effectively rained down judgment from a RIGHTEOUS and HOLY God on itself.
While all of this should scare the sugar out of us, it is quite exhilarating to be apart of the generation that is seeing eschatological, Biblical prophecy being manifested before our very eyes.
I have often wondered what it would have been like to have been apart of the generation that saw Jesus come to earth as a Babe — God become man — to see the dust HE created, on HIS feet — to witness Mary Magdalene anoint HIM with precious oils and perfumes. What would it have been like to see HIM smile — or — laugh? To hear, audibly, HIS voice and understand that it was the voice of the MOST HIGH GOD? I have often pondered the heartache I would have felt when HE wept at the tomb of Lazarus and in that sorrow cry out, “Lazarus, come forth!” To witness the grief, then bewilderment, and then the sheer joy Mary, Martha, and the others must have felt — to run the gamut of emotions with them — to question and then praise all in the blink of an eye. How would I have felt, when HE ascended into Heaven to sit on the right-handed side of HIS FATHER? Would I have felt abandoned…and question, yet again, HIS faithful saying that, “He would come again?”
HOWEVER, God did not create me to be a First Century Christian, now did He? I am among you — 21st Century Christians! In those centuries, the Great Commission has not changed — it has not become more difficult — nor has it diminished. The only change has been our worldview. Our brothers and sisters in the first century had a different worldview — all of about, maybe, 50 miles. Our worldview is GLOBAL. Television, radio and the internet usher the world into our homes and with that ushering we are left with feelings that can be quite overwhelming….
My feelings: helpless, frustrated, grieved…..
I said all of this for one reason….YOUR.EDIFICATION!
Do not be like I have been and grow weary — faithless — utterly overwhelmed. STAY.THE.COURSE. Or, as the Apostle Paul said, “Run the race!” Chuck Swindoll would say, “Keep pressing in!”
HE IS COMING QUICKLY!