Hi Quix, What if you have known the answer all along. What if God only reveals the truth to those with child like faith such as yourself? The truth has more to do with faith than reasoning and common sense. After all, we are talking about future events. I do agree the writing is on the wall. Normalcy bias and denial rules. By God's grace you found the key of thinking outside the box. It is easy for you, very very difficult for most and impossible for unbelievers.
Just because you have grown enough in faith for God to say something like, I am going to tell Quix the truth about prophecy because he has exercised his child like faith faithfully, I will make him a watchman to warn mankind, does not mean everyone will become a watchman.
In many ways it is like Faith in Our Lord Jesus Christ. The relationship must be experienced for it to be real.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
Am greatly humbled by your answer.
I just ache for folks. I just . . .
I know from VERY painful, VERY STUPID sinful experience how
EXCRUCIATING
“If only I’d . . .
—listened . . .
—woke up sooner . . .
—done differently . . .
—paid better attention to what I felt in my spirit . . .
I know that GREAT SUFFERING must needs come. Scripture is clear. The rough outline of the script is clear. And it’s being played out exactly so more and more brazenly; more and more fully;
My wife and I’s housemate once noted to my wife that I was the sort of person—if I thought it would help someone overcome their problems, I’d build a swimming pool so I could teach them under-water basket weaving just to help them get better. I couldn’t deny it.
It’s NOT about being right. I’d MUCH rather be wrong about such things.
I think I ache for the children the most.
And for people who have been mangled by abusive homes and just generally don’t have much of a clue about which end is up.
I know Alamo-Girl has persistently exhorted me
!MARANATHA!
PRAISE THE LORD FOR THE RETURN OF THE KING!
LOOK UP! OUR REDEMPTION DRAWS NIGH! REJOICE!
And, to a degree, I do. I’m certainly sick to wall of all the hurtful suffering this sin soaked world executes on mortals and they on each other.
And, I know that running around hitting folks on their heads with Bibles just doesn’t help.
And I know that willful blindness is rarely to never overcome by Damascus road experiences.
I just grieve for my precious Country—the USA.
I just grieve for so many millions utterly blithely clueless.
It’s like 5-6 year old little girls playing jacks in the middle of an 8 lane intersection. 4 semi-s are headed from opposite directions for the intersection breaking all speed limits. On the other 4 lanes, 4 army low-boys hauling 4 D-9 cats are heading for the intersection breaking all speed limits.
And on the sidewalks many people are going to and fro chatting, laughing, patting one another on their backs.
Some look at the vehicles headed for the intersection—point, shake their heads, laugh and walk on down the street.
One or two old ladies who are inching their ways forward with walkers try yelling at the little girls but they are a block away and their voices are a faint whisper.
Mostly, no one really cares. No one really lets the situation register. No one races out into the intersection to scoop the girls up to safety.
I know rending my clothes and running down the road screaming from 3 blocks away will do no good.
It just grieves me. It REALLY GRIEVES me.
I love everyone. I particularly love FREEPERS.
And it REALLY GRIEVES me.
Sigh.