The Hour is Late

 Time is ticking for this sin diseased planet. Tick tock tick tock. We inch ever closer to the climatic conclusion event of the ages. The script has been written. The players are prepared to take the stage in this unfolding drama of the end of days. The Director sits in His lofty perch keeping careful watch. The Lamb is ready to get His bride and to break the seals. The beast will soon be revealed. The end of days is near. 

Many are oblivious. They eat, drink, and make merry while the countdown winds ever closer to the doom of the Great Tribulation. Days like have never happened in the history of the world. They will be days of God's wrath poured out on all who snubbed His Son the Savior. Horrific days. Days of death and destruction like the world has never known. 

While all of this unfolding, the church sleeps. Unaware or unconcerned about what is happening before our eyes. We are supposed to live on mission assigned with a gospel task. Like Keith Green sang, Jesus rose from the grave, but we can't even get out of bed. 

We are entangled with the sins and affairs of this world. We strive for things that will not last and ignore the things that will last forever. All the while, time is ticking. Inching ever closer, eerily closer to the end of days. World events are aligning. The scene is set. It is just a matter of time now. So little time. I can almost hear the trumpet sounding and the Father telling Jesus, "Go get your children!" An appointed day only the Father knows. A joyous day for some and a horrendous day for others. 

The Great Tribulation days are near. Days of suffering and slaughter. Days of deceit. Days of mass death. Days of denial of God in favor of Satan worship. Days where God's mercy will morph into His righteous indignation. Days of escalating judgment. The hour is late. We are creeping closer to the end of days. I hope you are ready. May we live to be rapture ready.