“I will send my messenger, who will prepare the way before me.
Then suddenly the Lord you are seeking will come to his temple;
the messenger of the covenant, whom you desire, will come,”
says the Lord Almighty.
(Dutch Book of Hours / mid 15th century/ The Masters of the Delft Grisailles/ John the Baptist / Walters Art Museum)
Woe to an age when the voices of those who cry in the wilderness have fallen silent, out-shouted by the noise of the day or outlawed or swallowed up in the intoxication of progress, or smothered and growing fainter for fear and cowardice. The devastation of our time will soon be so terrifying and universal that the word “wilderness” will readily slip off our tongues.
This is already happening.
For how shall we hear unless someone cries out above the tumult, the destruction, and delusion?
We must become that voice to infinity and on😉
You got that right 😇
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Woe indeed. I just deleted another follower tonight who posted some about the Lord that offended and should all Christians. Love, N
you missed yesterday’s post about the pow bracelet–that is a feel good story for you as you are not feeling good with all the assaults of faith….and yes we dust off our sandals from that which is not for us to hold on to as we go forward spreading the word….