Concerning the rapture... Light and dark
Light. Dark... And the drab of lukewarm.
Hidden in scripture, among the parables of Jesus, are some of the most powerful catalysts to prepare for His return. Side by side. One taken, one not. One prepared. One left. Any major ministry understands now is that time. But scripture reminds no one knows the day nor hour. Not even Jesus, yet His knowledge of the coming rapture, was able to speak of when. Fear was told to reign over a man's heart concerning what it would see, what it would behold. The lukewarm would find it hardest, as in spoken of in Revelations (Rev 3:16). A darkness which we can not comprehend has shadowed our memory, our past, our future. Healing and miracles beside drunkenness and revelry. Light and dark no longer apart... But light, blinding white light loss in muddy greyness smudged against and into dank darkness. The grey of being lukewarm.
We are the blind leading the blind because after all the major research into the end times, no one knows everything. And the little known seems to be polluted by imagination, uncertainty. It is like the ambiguity seems to propel people forward.
The joy of a coming King.
The question of who left.
The push for our lost loved ones.
We are the light of the world. What happens when the light on the hill is extinguished? When the salt is found in want? This Jesus, the Lion of Judah, is on the prowl... Mentioned in our hearts we notice the joy and the love of God is found in our song, intimate without abandon. The acoustic sound of a guitar echoing in our hearts as we drive through a rain of worldly cares seems to only make us hungry for something we can not see, can not hear, nor have it even entered within our hearts.
We are searching for our home. And we are not there yet.
Bride of Christ
The wonder of the race.
And yet the everything has happened under the sun. Interestingly, Jesus mentioned rapture as intimate between people. Two side by side. Virgins in waiting. His words engraved into us after years of reading. And still the wonder of the rapture is that no one truly knows. Isn't it awesome how, even though no one knows, everyone wonders! It is like the red finish line at the end of the race. Our eyes, forward always, ever watching as we run our race.
A race Jesus fulfilled when He was on earth and yet is to complete as we trek on! What is worth Heaven? What is worth leaving behind? Who is worth not praying for? Our little thoughts about the end times, do they harness the will to change us? Change what we see? What is worth His eyes? Our Savior's look at eternity's first glance? Who's tears will be wiped away? Who's names will we hear in the Lamb's Book of Life? Whose names will we expect not?
And then there is His eyes, His arms wrapped around us. And the last of the sand of time will have fallen. And we will know it was all worth it.
The intimate separation
Heaven and hell seated between by a chasm. Sky and earth, a wonder as powerful as a child looking up as of an aged dreamer looking back. But the intimacy of Christ will be night and day with the world culture. Will whole churches be left? Will children be taken? Will the famous saying hope for pre and pray for post? And then, will that powerful Book Revelations finally be revealed to our eyes? But then... Then, will it be too late?
Imagine the imagery of Christ' words as He spoke. His eyes aglow with His words spoken and in Heaven His eyes as they are coming to past. Thousands of years before their time. Imagine the wonder of the disciples as they pronounced His fame throughout, eyes looking to the heavens, waiting. Dying but waiting...
And in a moment's time to the Father, we are. Waiting as well. Only, the scriptures are being fulfilled. Even the lost are aware something is amidst, something must be held about to happen. The tick of time can not go on forever. The clock's strike of midnight has been anticipated, yet its conviction is unfelt.
Some will go.
Many will stay.
40 "Then there will be two men in the field; one will be taken and one will be left.
41 "Two women will be grinding at the mill; one will be taken and one will be left.…
42 "Therefore be on the alert, for you do not know which day your Lord is coming.…
Your lost, and others you can reach through prayer.
Drawing close those who are far from Him.
The Word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.
31 They said, "Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved, you and your household."
32 And they spoke the word of the Lord to him together with all who were in his house.…
Remember to pray God make you a laborer in these end times. And as you reach down to pick others up, may Christ assist your lost.
A spoken word for the Bride
The importance of being prepared
A few things to do in these moments.
- This video should be watched and posted to others you know. Admittedly, no one knows the day nor hour. No one knows, but the seasons are evident. Something is wrong... Something has changed. The reverence of the Lord seems dwindling. The lost seem white with harvest, alongside the fallen laborers. We need workers. The Internet is a tool which has propelled the gospel worldwide.
- Find your calling, your niche', and make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, working with your hands and minding you business.
- Stay close to church, for even in the church the lukewarm have dug in the trenches.
- Pray for your lost, standing on scripture concerning salvation.
- Do what others won't. Go deeper, sow more, expect much. Seize the day!
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