October 22, 2017
It’s an early morning. The sun shines as a golden circle of normalcy, adding it seems another day to the ongoing book of time. The wind blows gently from the east and carries a whisper of eternity to be heard only by the angels that know what will take place today. The skies are clear, seemingly wiped clean and stained blue for a perfect day. In cities everywhere, like Denver, the sounds of traffic give assurance that routine will swallow the unexpected, and that life will repeat motions, the rhythm of work and play will go on uninterrupted. Saws buzzing on the growing edges of town, gears grinding in congested areas where road construction slows the driving, important documents stapled and filed in countless offices, credit card machines ticking with approval, atm machines dispensing more cash, gas pumps clicking signs of a full tank, are just a few of the incessant sounds of everyday living that brings an intoxicating confidence to the subconscious of the world that nothing will change today. Somewhere a businessman props his feet up, blows a circle of smoke from his lips and smiles at the deal he just made. Elsewhere, from the sawdust filled rooms of a new house a carpenter instructs a helper that he needs more wood. In the supermarket the cashier calls for a price check. Sirens whining on some distant street reminds the casual listener that crime is too an every day part of life.
More people are thinking about routine, not the rapture.
More people are thinking about business costs, not the coming of the Lord.
More people are thing about further education, not instant evacuation.
But regardless of the mood of man, the mood of God is….a chronological demarcation, a finality of church dispensation, the end of a goal set at the beginning of time, anchored by the work of the cross.
In California, an old grandmother lifts her eyes from the pages of the Bible…listen now.