Preface: The paragraph directly below is from 2014.....and the post itself as mentioned is from 2009. God had given us plenty of warnings for decades on the judgments coming to America and the world....but we in the church....although we listened to these warnings thirty and forty years ago...have no real interest in such distractions today....if we are even fortunate enough to hear any of them:
My wife and I vacationed in Charleston, South Carolina year last. I was disappointed that I didn't get to tour the French Huguenot church in town but we did get to take in a lot of the history and beautiful architecture. On an early morning walk on the beach I was able to retrieve a conch shell. At one point on my walk I stopped and thought of the Christmas Day Tsunami which I mention in the following post from October 11th of 2009. One scene remains vivid in my mind from videos of that tragedy in 2004; a woman had ventured onto the exposed underbelly of the sea to retrieve shells as the killer waves, visible in the background, sucked in the surf before it. She didn't even have time to run. It's as if we in America are marveling at how far the surf has receded and are picking up shells when if we would look closer at the extreme abnormalities of the day and at least lift our gaze to the horizon we might recognize a coming tsunami and implore God's forgiveness and mercy.An Approaching Tsunami
I watched a short video clip tonight on the Christmas Day 2004 tsunami. You could hear background voices. Some were giving simple comments on the strange horizon. Others were speculating on what it could be, tsunami was even mentioned. The comments turned to screams as it became apparent that a wall of water was coming at them. It all happened very quickly.
A few years ago a pastor of mine told me about a film he had just seen, The Winslow Boy, and how it was superb. I trust this man's opinion immensely and my wife and I traveled about 30 miles to see it. It was as good as he described and is now one of my favorite films. In the middle of the showing the film broke and after about 15 minutes we were told that it could not be fixed that evening. Someone in the audience shouted Well, how does it end? I stood up and responded in kind with the shout of Don't say anything! I felt a little embarrassed but my wife was not surprised at my response. We returned the following night to see it again in its entirety.
This film is a 1999 reproduction of the original starring Robert Donat from 1948. David Mamet directed the film based on the play by Terence Rattigan that was written around a true story in England at the beginning of the twentieth century. A 12 year old boy is accused of stealing some money while at England's version of a military academy and expelled. The boy's father and sister go to extremes in his defense. To me anyway, although most might not agree, there was a potent romantic aside in the film between Rebecca Winslow, played by Catherine Pidgeon, and the renown barrister Robert Morton played by Jeremy Northam. The Winslow Boy begins with the family returning home from church. The father is commenting with all seriousness on the sermon, "Good man. Good sermon. Pharaoh's dream. Seven fat years, seven lean years. Good sermon." It was probably a typical sermon in Edwardian England. The Winslow family would go on to indeed experience lean times.
The evidence today is that we may have a tsunami coming to America and possibly the world, maybe far more tremulous than even terrorism. (Folks....is not this pandemic a tsunami that has hit both America and the world?) These are not typical problems of the nuclear age that we are facing for they are combined with terrorism and with an agenda for a New World Order that must first experience a global catastrophe to be instituted. Combine this with a narcissistic Facebook mentality that is not interested in danger signs, and with a dismissal of God and therefore His warnings and we are oblivious to the wall of water on the horizon.
It is not extremist to prepare for lean years but it's also not probable when the fat years are spent in revelry instead of thanksgiving.
Note: You can easily watch the 1948 film on the computer....and it also was very good.
