It isn’t a feeling, it is not some new knowledge imparted to those who will understand and agree with this short letter, it most definitely is not a prophetic utterance from the Almighty. It is something that is very difficult to describe or attribute to.
“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)
The time is short, time is running out, the end is near, I am not even quite sure how to phrase what we know properly. We know without knowing for sure how we know. For a very long time now we have been shouting the warnings, we are similar to Jeremiah and the message he was given, this will happen and few are going to listen to you, much less believe what you are to say to them. We also understand how he felt when he said, “I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.” (Jer. 20:9)
But we cannot stop, their souls are precious to the Lord and therefore precious to us.
I do not know whether to consider a continuing erosion of morality upon the planet or a worldwide cataclysmic event, a slow forced march to what they will call re-education centers for the noncompliant, or a short, worldwide thermonuclear war. I do not really spend much time concerning myself when the Rapture will happen, most mornings “perhaps today” goes through my mind, and then I get to the business of glorifying the Lord as best I can in how He leads me to.
But there is, as best as I can describe it, that growing, ever-present knowing, if you will, that time is growing short, that the work we have been sent to do is almost accomplished, that the time of grace is coming to a close, and great pain, suffering and sorrow is approaching for those who will be left behind.
It is extremely difficult to persuade most of the people I meet with the truth that all they have ever known is going to be removed from them, that billions of people are going to die, and I can understand why.
The time of the gentiles began in the last prophetic days of Jeremiah, when King Zedekiah was forced to watch his children killed and then his eyes were put out. The end of the time of the Gentiles is occurring right before our eyes, we, perhaps, are the last generation to be called Christians, the last to be the righteousness of God in Christ. We have watched over the last few decades church memberships dwindle, we have seen the fear of the Lord depart from the majority of the population, we are seeing rampant evil and darkness cover the planet.
We have witnessed professing Evangelical churches lock their doors in fear.
But it is more than seeing these things happen, it is more than knowledge, more than a feeling, it is a revelation, yet not prophetic in nature.
We just know.
It reminds me of faith, I can show you my faith by my actions, by my words, in these letters and videos, but I cannot hold it in my hands and show it to you, I cannot present it to you and say, “Here, here is my faith.”
“This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come.” (2nd Tim. 3:1)
We see these things happening. But there is a better verse to contemplate. “Wherefore comfort one another with these words.” (1st Thess. 4:18)
I know, you know, don’t ask me how we know, we just do. Perhaps the Holy Spirit is preparing us, preparing us not in a way to stand any longer, but to meet our God. Perhaps the marriage feast is about to begin.
