Christians persecuted, imprisoned and killed simply for their faith. A centuries old church burned to the ground. Extremist religious factions grow more powerful. Values become obsolete. Life has little meaning. Feelings matter more than truth. Truth becomes as ethereal as a morning fog, unable to be grasped. Freedom is slipping away. Fear is taking her place.
The news is unbearable to watch. I feel it all, this violent upheaval in our world, even if I refuse to watch and listen to the daily accounts of who lobbed the latest round of bombs, the latest plane crash, shooting in the city, baby left to die in a hot car, recent activity of Satan's army of Muslim terrorists, the impotence of the worst US government in our history to do much other than make this once great country a laughing stock around the globe and cause unrest and discontent among her citizens.
I feel it, I think about it, I wonder about the events in relation to biblical prophesy. I think about my children and grandchildren, so I sit at my computer, tapping the keys at 4:30 a.m. because I haven't slept all night.
Wait.
Don't I know things have to get really bad?
Don't I know the end of the story?
Don't I know there is hope for those whose faith is in Him who won the victory?
There was victory at the resurrection. It's a done deal.
There is a day coming when all our idealistic musings will never match our stunning reality.
So, for now, "to live is Christ". (Phil. 1:21) "The LORD is for me; I will not fear; What can man do to me?" (Psalm 118:6)
I think I'll get some sleep now.
