Rule #213 of living on the mountain: God’s word is final
It is Wednesday evening. A day spent outside the cabin is filled with sounds and sensations. Birds are calling, whistling, knocking, trilling and cooing from the dense brush near the creek. Water splashes and glubs out of sight. The flood has moved downstream. Spring has brought all the leaves back to the tall trees. As greens and charcoal blacks and blues recede into the distance, the forest seems infinite. Puddles of clear water remain on the dirt road. Miles of wildflower line the road, absorbing sunshine in the gap between trees. But the most overwhelming fragrance comes from the small flowers of the boxwood bush. It is a day to smile, but soon the buzzing of insects, swooping across ears and nose raises a shiver. The cabin once again offers respite from the bugs.
In the book of Daniel, chapter 11, a heavenly being continued his narrative to Daniel. He described in great detail the decisions of kings whose kingdoms surrounded Jerusalem. However, no names or dates were given. The king of the North (likely Persia) and the king of the South (likely Egypt) were described:
“As for both kings, their hearts will be intent on evil, and they will speak lies to each other at the same table; but it will not succeed, for the end is still to come at the appointed time.”
Antiochus and Ptolemy were said to frequently meet, have meals together and, according to a heavenly assessment of their hearts, schemed against each other. None of the schemes succeeded.
“…for the end is still to come at the appointed time.”
Much happened between Rome and Persia and Egypt, but there is a hint in that last statement of the end of all nations – for all time. The more I read the book of Daniel, the more I am convinced that the activities of the kings of old will be repeated in our future.
We may be near an “appointed time”.
Dear reader, my opinion is simply that – opinion. Pray over the scripture for greater understanding. No matter what I write – God’s word is final.
Today, I left the cabin for a couple of hours. There is nothing like pushing the pedal on a twenty-five year old truck up steep roads, braking for hairpin turns, and watching the “15 mph limit” sign as I creep past it. I would be happy to have been going as fast as 10 mph!
The mountains are green again. Yahoo! It feels as if God has offered mankind a minute to rest before the next world catastrophe.
And I for one, am resting.
I believe we stand on the edge of the great tribulation. If you do not share that belief, it’s fine with me.
God’s word, not mine, is the final word.