I received word this morning that an uncle in Spain has passed away, a good, exceedingly kind and merciful, God-fearing man. He is the last and the youngest of my father's siblings, my father having himself passed away over 17 years ago. They were a large family of mostly brothers and a few sisters, now all gone. They were all righteous, God-fearing men and women, some more so than others but all good people, all walking according to the decrees of God, though imperfectly, still always discerning the right from the wrong, understanding which their parents instilled in them as children. Now they are all together again... and I cannot help but think of this...
Isa 57:1-2 KJV The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come. (2) He shall enter into peace: they shall rest in their beds, each one walking in his uprightness.
I had this feeling, for some time now, that this was just around the corner, this anxiety that, upon the passing of the last of my father's clan, the horrors of the tribulation would begin in earnest. For some reason, January 11/12 next year seems to be on my mind... perhaps it's nothing, I don't know. One has these kinds of days once in a while, days when one awakens from many strange dreams over many nights, dreams which leave one astonied, perplexed, even anxious. My life here has become very strange, almost alien to me. I do not recognise this world at all, so far has it departed from the world in which I grew up, so profound is the abyss into which it has headlong plunged, drowning in an overwhelming ocean of lies, deceit, delusion, insanity, psychosis, a complete departure from truth, from reality, madness personified, to wit, we are witnessing the mind of Satan. These are the conditions for the rise of the son of perdition, these are the days of the end of the age, of that I have little, if any, doubt.
Take heed when the righteous pass on from this mortal world, from this place of confusion, from this Babylon... ah, Babylon the Great, how short are your days now. I will sing at your death, I will never bemoan you, I will dance on your ashes and then I will forget you forever and forever and ever.
Trust God, not man, for goodness sake not man! The fear of God is truly the beginning of real wisdom.
