I got goose bumps and butterflies in my stomach reading this. It’s like being pregnant and close to the delivery time: The excitement of the baby coming and the fear and dread of the pain one has to go through. The “end times” are truly more like a birth. I can’t wait!
Yes history certainly turns on a dime. I remember when I was a kid, and my pastor would lump Turkey in with the other armies in this battle and I thought— that makes no sense— they’re friends. Oh well.
Gee, me neither.
From Amos 5:
18 Woe to you who long
for the day of the LORD!
Why do you long for the day of the LORD ?
That day will be darkness, not light.
19 It will be as though a man fled from a lion
only to meet a bear,
as though he entered his house
and rested his hand on the wall
only to have a snake bite him.
20 Will not the day of the LORD be darkness, not light—
pitch-dark, without a ray of brightness?
I think I’d rather pass on that.