War...rumors of wars...bible

Connect the dots below:

1. US generals ‘will quit’ if Bush orders Iran attack
2. CentCom Chief Admiral Fallon Resigns
3. The War Camp in Death throes is intent on striking Iran

And just to be sure I made my point:
4. U.S. Weighing Readiness for Military Action Against Iran
5. 'Unavoidable' attack on Iran looms, says Israeli minister

Ok, here's the part where I say weird things.

Fasten your seat belt, because we are deep in the End Times. This is a time spoken of by Jesus while he was on the Mount of Olives responding to His disciples' questions regarding the signs of His return. The bible tells us that in the end times, a war emanates from the Euphrates River in which two-thirds of all the people on the globe die. Terrible tribulations are coming, indeed, have already started. The prophesied wars, rumors of wars, familes, pestilences have begun. "We've always had wars, you silly!" I can hear the skeptics saying. "We have always had famines, pestilences!" Yes, but now it's worse, getting exponentially worse every day. More on that later.

However, in Joel 2:28 He promised also that in the end times--

“And it shall come to pass afterward
That I will pour out My Spirit on all flesh;
Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
Your old men shall dream dreams,
Your young men shall see visions."

He is coming again soon. But for now, for a short time that remains, we still have time to turn to Him and accept His saving grace through faith. Here's how.

Twas the Night Before Christmas Eve

‘Twas the eve before Christmas
And all through the church,
One creature was stirring,
he was doing research.

The hymnals were placed in the pews with such care.
The members were sitting in meek, loving prayer.
The children were nestled all snug in their class,
in hopes that King Jesus would come back at long last.

And Pastor in his suit and his wife in her dress,
had just settled down for a sermon to bless.
When out in the skies there arose such a shout,
they sprang from the pews to see what’s about.

Away to the window they flew like a flash,
tore open the shutters threw upward the sash.
The candlelight glowed on the lawn just outside,
the church was dressed up as Savior’s Saint Bride.

When what to their wondering eyes did appear!
Jesus as Lord, looking severe.
What a magnificent King! So bright and so great!
We knew in a trice it’s our Holy Soul Mate!

On white horse more rapid than Time he descends,
He shouted and He called and His hand he extend.
Now Pastor! Now Wife! Now Singers! Now Deacons!
Now members! Now children! Now Bride as My Beacon!

Alleluia! Salvation! And glory and power!
Belong to the Lord this absolute hour.
"Now come up here, come up here" they all heard Him say.
So shouteth the Lord on this last timeless day.

As bright sparks before the fireside do fly,
when they meet with an air current do rise to the sky.
So up to the church top their coursers they flew.
With hearts full of joy, the clouds they sliced through.

On that night before Christmas? And all through the church?
The creature who was stirring, who was doing research?
He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot.
And his soul was all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of troubles he had flung on his back.
He looked like a robber just closing his sack.
And the beard of his chin was dark as abyss,
And his hands held multitudes of cyst upon cyst.

And the smoke from his ears, his head like a wreath,
Encircled the hatred pulsing hot underneath.
Demon knew that for them was rapture and glory.
The Bible, for sure, was no trumped up old story!

Their souls he no longer had chance to reshape.
The end, it drew near! All he could do now was gape.

But back to the bride, their Blessed estate,
They who trod paths that were narrow and straight.
Mercifully saved, those who sup with the Lamb-
The Alpha-Omega, the Eternal I Am.

Away they all flew like the down of a thistle
They ascended to glory like fastest of missiles.
But he heard them exclaim as they rose out of sight,

Hallelujah to God and His Holy Might!

Movies, and Blogs

I'm watching Time Bandits. The best line in the movie, and the best line I've heard for a long time:

"Oh, no! It's the invisible barrier!"
"Ohhh, so THAT's that the invisible barrier looks like!"

I stumbled upon some new-to-me blogs. PressingTheHerald is one outraged dude, frustrated that the Portland Maine daily newspaper is as careless as it is with the oh, say, the news, the facts, the readers, mundanity...He busts them report by report, story by story.

Another guy doing the same kind of thing is a media High School teacher in central Maine, but doing it Tongue-In-Cheek . The latest post is called "We Regret The Era" a sly, funny, witty pun on newspaper "clarification" posts, not to mention the northerner's accent.

Crazy Aunt Purl is a woman in CA writing about her life. What makes her blog distinctive from all the other middle-aged. divorced women writing about their lives (ahem) is that she is a great writer.

If you like to see fantastic digital photos, they are here.

Surviving After Armageddon might be a little hard, so look up tips up here, where the baking soda post has already come in handy. And it's not even Armageddon yet.