What the first thunder uttered partially; the rest is ineffable: Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty. Judgment has come, for men have despised the light. The blood of the martyrs is now required of this generation and darkness shall consume it. The patience and will of God fail not for the …
How shall I liken the children of this generation? It is like a woman who is about to be boiled, but even so; she wants the water tepid so that when she enters in, it’s comfortable. This is how I shall liken the children of this generation.
It’s spring of 2020. I’m sitting around Easter morning in my pajamas. My thoughts went back to a few months ago when God told me there would be some downtime. So I’m sitting around in my pajamas Easter morning, asking for gratitude. COVID-19 lurks outside. In some regard, there is futility in resting. Modern philosophy …