Is this the End?

He said the end will come we will know it.  Like a woman with child who shows.  He also spoke of earthquakes, volcanoes, [revolutions,] wars and rumours of war.  We are seeing these things today, one upheaval of the earth followed by another.  Earthquake in Haiti, volcanic eruption in Iceland that shut down airports for weeks, earthquake and tsunami in Japan, revolution in Egypt, almost war in Libya.  Consider this the Earth's pregnancy pains.  In the words of Red Foxx, "This is the big one!"  But is it the big one is it the end?  I think we are uncomfortable right now.  But there is room (and hence time) for more.  For the sake of those who will Hear his voice (time to hear His voice and repent), and for the ruin of those who continue not to hear (time to complete their denial of Him).  So where in our pregnancy are we?

We just passed that place when you can feel the baby kicking and are sure it is alive.  The cravings are no longer so cute.  The little twirp takes your bladder for a trampoline so much you have peed you pants at work a few times now.  He makes you eat all the time, your back hurts, you feel huge but you know there is still room to grow.  Its uncomfortable to sit, to lie down, stand up. But you know what?  It will get worse.  Remember in the movies when birthing women curse their husbands?  You are not there yet.  You can even see your toes still right?

I hope I will be gone when the cursing starts.  "I am an Escapist, you can be a Stayist if you want." - Joe Fotch.  Yep, that will be the World soon.  She is uncomfortable.  She groans, with all creation it is written, waiting for day that she too will scream for her Father and give birth to the new Earth.  It says after all this, towards the end the stars will run away.  The living will beg for death and cry for the rocks to fall on them.  All the water will turn to blood and grasshoppers will come that sting like scorpions, it will hurt like mad.  But death will not come.

The World will groan some more.  She will go through so much pain she barely lives to see it.  How can she bear a sky without stars?  Sustain life without water because of a falling star named Wormwood?  She knows this thing will kill her, but her joy for that day is enough to make her continue.  For the outcome is Glorious; the end of this old World and the coming of the New, the better, actually the Best! (consider this a very very short summary of The book of Revelations).  But I am an Escapist, I hope I will be gone by then.

In the words of Keith Green, "if God made this world in seven days, I can't wait to see heaven [which] He has been working on for two thousand years!"  And I thought this would be a gloomy entry.  Come Lord Jesus, come soon.