The master of metaphors points a Holy finger at the ironies that confound our closed senses. Showing us, leading us through twists and turns of invisible self-inflicted stagnation. Knowing that the thousand years starts today and we have no idea how many minutes it will truly last. We see the omen and turn around into our own destruction like disobedient escapees, gawking at the spectacle of the special effects. We nearly turn away, almost persuaded but can’t un-know what itching ears desire and even still we yield to our craving hearts and speak forbidden words. Listening intently to falsehoods for a semblance of truth because our Kool-aid flavored truth is filtered through lead-lined piping, dripping sewage into our children’s potential. Visions obscured by images of hoarded possessions; we suffer chronic affluenza, slipping on the abundance of poured out blessings we can no longer recognize. Angrily protesting hypothetical future concessions, we steal and destroy every available resource to ensure acceptable distribution. Taking back treasures we already took in our first-take, we’re taken aback at the blatant challenging of lesser thieves. Remembering that there is a way that seems right, but this can’t be that way, it seems so right. Looking for the good humor in the abomination, scoffing at the insignificance of wars and rumors of wars while earthquakes and eclipse-like blood moons encircle us. 39 straight days of rain would do nothing to awaken us from the sleep in which we saw visions and dreamed these dreams. We’re stumbling over blocks that are blocking our view to the sign we’re still looking for. Sorting through dry bones looking for dinosaur fossils and nervously preparing ourselves to be present at a time when any good Christian should be gone. Not knowing that our recognition gauge is in the red zone; causing us to misread the temperature, we’re chilling at the flashpoint of combustion. Leading us to the day when “hell to pay” becomes hell’s payday.
“When it is evening, you say, “It will be fair weather, for the sky is red. And in the morning, there will be a storm today, for the sky is red and threatening. Do you know how to discern the appearance of the sky, but cannot discern the signs of the times?” Matthew 7:2-3 (NASB)
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