Those types would certainly look down their noses at the perspective this old lady is depicting here-in

That’s alright.

God ordained that the foolish things would confound the wise.

Take all the knowledge that’s out there for the knowing, but give me Jesus. Knowing Him, is all the knowing that matters. That’s a fact!

This is a writing I started some years ago. Now I’d almost be happy to go back to then, (except then I’d have to re-live it) because the changes became exponential after Covid was unleashed on the world. I got to a point that the darkness witnessed in staying informed, became more than I could bear, and not even those who know me personally, other than a couple of family members, would even read or view the aggregated articles and videos that prove in a million ways, that a day of reckoning is fast approaching. They adamantly don’t want to know. Too much invested in this world.

With the introduction of AI, things accelerated to warp-speed, and more and more unbelievers and unchurched, are starting to sound like watchmen, and scrambling to find out how to escape what even they are starting to see coming.  The inventors of AI know they have created and unleashed something in this world that they cannot and DO NOT have control ofand CERN (by their scientists own admission) may well have brought something very bad into this world from the spirit dimension. A relative handful of mad “scientists” foolishly rushed in where angels fear to tread, and all 7.98 billion of the rest of us are going to suffer for it, but for those born again, it will be brief and partial. The rest have no clue what they are about to face, much less the imminency and totality.

The US and state governments have been infiltrated, same in Britain and many other nations, only further advanced. Our education system is a laughingstock, the healthcare system is in process of collapsing, but as long as there’s food on their table and stuff to buy and Tiktoc to scroll, most folks are as happy as if they had good sense.

“Used to be” is an increasingly distant vague fading memory. I’ve set my face toward those better things that are yet to come for those hidden in God in Christ Jesus, washed in the blood. We’ll be where no sickness, suffering or death can touch us. For us, all that will become things that “used to be.”

I skim enough news to stay reasonably informed, but more hours in the Word as we navigate the rough terrain of the last leg of our pilgrimage through this world. I pray for my family, friends, nation, the church at large, and local. God has exposed much, and isn’t finished. I feel worse for the younger generations, I can’t fathom the strain of raising a family in this time, yet their scripture illiteracy and the lack of laborers witnessing the gospel to them, makes them sitting ducks!

I can hardly bear the prospect of our first grandson entering that school system. He’s 4 now, and has a baby brother. The longing to leave this world, the waiting, is becoming nearly unbearable and I hear the same sentiment echoed back by many fellow seniors and younger folk too. It’s all there in the comment sections of articles and videos. Despite my best efforts I’m finding myself on edge. Some glitch in my day, seemingly minor, causes a reaction to rise up with a speed and ferocity that is alarming because I didn’t even realize I was feeling it. Maybe it comes from trying so hard not to feel it. Anybody else, or just me?

I appreciate that God knows the limits of what we can bear. I think of Steven when he was stoned. God gives us what we need, to make bearable what He asks us to bear, and one perk of getting old, is becoming more ok with not being ok. Being “ok” is a delusion, at best. Being secure in anything but Christ alone, is fooling ourselves. A separation has been happening. His sheep hear His voice, and those who don’t hear His voice, are oblivious to the separation, and will remain so until either they place their trust in the finished work of Christ, His death, burial, and resurrection, and providing His own blood to the mercy seat in heaven, or, at the rapture when the separated are suddenly all gone. Pray for those last ones, brothers and sisters. Pray they come into the fold soon, so we can go home. Speak to that one you know you need to give the gospel to. The rapture is cintingent upon the “fullness of the gentiles” a number only God knows. Don’t worry what somebody might think, or how awkward it may feel, or how you might mess up. You could be delaying your own escape as well as all the rest of us, just out of not wanting to feel awkward or be thought silly by giving the gospel to that last one God is still holding out grace to. What are we doing? The Bible tells us though many will receive rewards, many will also experience terrible shame at the judgment seat of Christ. That’s where our works are tested by fire. Anything not done for Jesus, or for the sake of leading others to Him, will burn. I believe the shame may at least in part be in seeing all the lost and seeking people we rubbed shoulders with, and had opportunity to speak to about Jesus, but didn’t, for whatever reason. We will understand they face an eternity in hell we might have helped prevent them from facing. Tell them. The power is in the Word, use scripture. God promises it does not return void, but always acheives that to which it is sent. 1 Corinthians 15:1-4 is the gospel. Write a letter. Email. Text. The stage is 100% set. There’s really very little time left. (Our blessed hope is near, but this part isn’t over til the rapture). Even the secular “doomsday clock” has us at 85 seconds to midnight as of January 27, 2026. Whether they receive and believe is not in our hands, but whether we warned them or just even gave the basic gospel, will come up at that testing of works. Those will be the only tears of sorrow shed in heaven, after which Jesus Himself will wipe them away.