It’s true - in the end, God wins.
Having said that, the journey to the end is a little scary. I can’t imagine those words bringing much comfort to those who were in concentration camps, years ago. Or those starving all over the place for lack of rain/food. The trip to the end seems to be loaded with misery....think of all of the kids who are trafficked, abused, murdered.....
Not trying to throw a damper on anyone’s faith, including my own, but sometimes being caught up in the middle of this battle between good and evil can wear a person down.
I sure wouldn’t want to be a young person today. Imagine trying to find a decent person to marry in that landmine of freaks that is out there. Would anyone in their right mind bring kids into this world, assuming they were fortunate enough to be able to own a home? It’s a nightmare. I fear for my kids and grands, even though I know that God wins.
I also feel some guilt for not having realized how bad things were going to get, and trying to do something more about it. Collectively, we’re all to blame for what we allowed, bit by bit, to take over our wonderful nations.
Yes....sweetie and I were discussing this, the other day....how we fear for our kids/grands, with all of the evil happening, now.
I hear you about the ‘why didn’t see and do more, to stop, the evil upon us, back when?’
I think that about our own parents, too....when the commies flat out announced, on national tv, in the 60s, what their sinister plans were....to take over the country, without firing a single shot. Then, the next thing you know....Madeline (sp?) O’Hare successfully has God taken out of our schools.
Where were the parents lining up, to fight this? Too busy working for a better life, I guess.
Then, the drug scene/free love nonsense took over. It all unfolded, like a well planned roll out.