The tires crunching acorns on the driveway is a sound I always associated with the end of free summer days and the dread of back to school.
I always write about the blue jays and their warnings this time of year. I suppose they are simply teaching their youngsters.
Next door a robin mom is diligently feeding two very small chicks in the nest above the porch door. I wonder how they can possibly become grown enough before needing to leave for winter. I also wonder about the dangers they will face as they leave the safety of the nest.
So many dangers in the world. Wildlife seems tame to the political and spiritual powers that spar and prep for the final showdown with the Beast.
Today I was reading in Revelation, chapter 11, about the two witnesses. Like harbingers of autumn, acorns crushed on the pavement, the harbingers of this time to come are blaring like trumpets. The world is primed for the reception of these two figures who make an appearance for over 1,000 days.
As a “Pre-Tribber” I always find it somewhat amusing that some people can attempt to explain this scenario according to their fancy. I think the Word of God is pretty descriptive and definite in this passage. I think two men will appear and they will be dressed shabbily (sackcloth) and they will preach. I think the world will know all about them. (Prime-time media)
It was in 2015 that I felt God was giving the world a big warning about His prophecies and what was about to unfold. I thought we’d be out of here back then. I didn’t set a date, per-say, but I’ve always wondered about the Feast of Trumpets, Rosh Hashanna, as a date to begin a heavenly wedding. I always watch.
WE are now seven years since that interesting year with blood moons and other unusual astronomical activity.
Astrology isn’t astronomy, may I just insert. The Mazzaroth are created by God as signs for us. Astrology is attempting to read the future through demonic means.
They are very different. The signs in the constellations warn of a coming Prince, one that comes and rescues his bride and carries her off to a celestial wedding banquet. That’s the promise of glorious blessed hope for those who place their trust in Jesus.
WE are still waiting, but the signs of the end keep unfolding. Birth pangs.
My grandson chose to appear last week, and he came quite quickly —-like half an hour after they reached the hospital! He was overdue his due date by a whole week, but he chose his own time (God’s timing) to be born.
He’s beautiful. He’s healthy. He’s a gift from God.
I think his arrival is much like Christ’s coming for us: we’d like it to be on the “due date.” We calculate and hope, pray and wait.
Jesus will come, and I think soon.
Are you ready? The acorns are beginning to fall. Signs of fall are here. It isn’t long until the leaves will turn and chill will set in. Don’t wait to put your faith in Christ. Life without Him is truly cold. You don’t want to be around to see those epic guys in sackcloth preaching every day for a few years.
That won’t be anything good.
Escape. God provided a door to get away from this danger: Jesus Christ.
MARANATHA!