As I drove home from church today, I saw across the top of my view a seemingly endless bank of dark clouds. Descending from these, all the way across the sky, was a series of black vertical lines. I could tell by the way they were juxtaposed against the mountains I would be driving right into it; and it gave me the creeps. Thankfully, it was one of those storms moving in the opposite direction as I, so we crossed paths and it all dumped while I was still in my car.
Nonetheless, that feeling—driving head-on into the storm—was like that older movie, “Something Wicked This Way Comes.” You know you’re in for it, but you don’t know exactly what. It’s something like a pop quiz in Mr. Wack-Job’s class. Or like at our square dance lessons when the caller says, “Okay, this next move is gonna be a little tricky.” You wonder, “Okay, what we just learned wasn’t tricky?” You’re tempted to feign a headache and slither out the back door.
On a more somber note, if you think outside of movies, teachers, and dance callers, and consider more serious issues, it’s easy to feel a very real sense of foreboding.
Anyone without his head in the sand can see this country’s following all the others on the planet—into trouble. My husband cannot help but be concerned about these matters. The other day, though, after working with a particular contractor, Hubby came home feeling a bit better. This fellow had the right attitude: if one is a believer in the Coming Lord, which we are, we need not fear: these changes should be encouraging to us, as reminders that the Living God is going to make a new heaven and a new earth—and it could happen in the twinkling of an eye.
I’m ready. Are you? http://www.needgod.com