The following post is from May of 2014....and the preface is from 2020. I bring this back because of December 7, 1941....eighty years ago.
Preface: Common sense in its most basic form tells us that there has to be a generation on the earth....and both children and newlyweds....and college students etc. etc. etc.....when the Tribulation begins. Well it wasn't my generation....Vietnam and riots and rock music and drugs and free love were my generation. It wasn't my dad's generation.....World War II and the Jitterbug was his generation.....he enlisted....was severely wounded....and is buried in Arlington National Cemetery. This is it folks. This is the generation. Call it generation XYZ or anything you want. Somehow we talked ourselves into believing that God doesn't want us to think about this. There is no way that all that has happened in the past hundred years is not related to the return of Jesus Christ in power and glory....with His mighty angels. We should be desiring and praying diligently for our Lord's return....and if we are observers of where this world not only is but where it is going....we should by all rights not want anything to do with what is ahead. Is this all negative thinking? No....it is the opposite....Jesus is coming folks....therefore difficult times are ahead....false prophets and delusion....but ultimately it doesn't get any more positive!
Stark Contrast.....May, 2014
Surely somewhere in America on that bleak or snowy Saturday in early December 1941 a young man sat looking out of a restaurant window, or maybe a coffee shop, with a young lady at his side who was his new bride. They had the world at their fingertips as he was just awarded that treasured college diploma he worked so long and hard for, and she wore the wedding band she had dreamed about since they first met in grade school. They looked into each other's eyes with hardly a care in the world. Oh, the plans they had so much fun making.....a small cottage with a white picket fence that someday would keep little ones and maybe a puppy dog from straying as they play.
And then the morning came and as they walked into church the somber faces took their joy away for they had not heard the news from that group of islands where the sun shown year round and warm surf slapped the white beaches. America was in the war against evil that they had only given themselves minutes a day to reflect upon. The young bride knew immediately that their dreams would now be put on hold if they would ever come true. Surely the prayers of all present in that worship service were salted with tears.
I usually add to this post....comments about the 1943 Academy Award for Best Picture....which was the 1942 American film Mrs. Miniver in which Greer Garson also won for Best Actress....but today I'll just summarize it. A middle class family just outside of London is enjoying all the blessing they have been given....buying things....son off to college....that kind of thing....and then the war came. There is a church service at the beginning of the film and another at the end....the beginning of the war.....and the end of the war. The first service is about anything but Christ.....the second.....with sky showing through a bombed out roof of the church....is somber and reverent.
