“Preserve me from unseasonable and immoderate sleep”
Samuel Johnson
(Helleborus / Lenten Rose / Julie Cook / 2017)
Unseasonable warmth gives way to
an unrelenting chain of events…
There is…
emerging,
birth,
growth…
A fullness of life…
there is preparing,
and a signaling of readiness,
and the ushering in of the new…
there is hopefulness…
Yet it is all so dangerously premature.
It is ill prepared,
unsuspecting,
and unsustainable…
It is out of step with time…
It is not strong enough to ward off that which will certainly be coming…
It is the living of a falsehood.
Living without regard for the Word,
while there is disregard for the Sovereign…
with contempt for the Promise…
Ignoring or discrediting all that has been proclaimed and foretold.
It is like the premature bloom…
Blooming,
growing,
living…
out of step and out of time…
Ignoring the rhythmic nature of what is to be,
only ushers in an inevitable destruction…
brought about by the reality of rebellion and ignorance.
What makes you think you are any different from the premature
blooms lulled into the pretense of Spring by an unrealistic and untimely change?
You who simply ignore the Truth because you find yourself basking in a
a false and unseasonable warmth…
All the while as you know, in the back of that mind of yours…
you who are fully aware that none of this of the superficial and self indulgent will last…
As you find yourself now unprepared to ward off that which is surely coming…
You will be defenseless and ill prepared.
You who have been basking and relishing in the allure of something other than the Truth.
Be not fooled by your own folly of bliss over the distortion of reality.
The Lion roars as winter is coming…
The premature thaw and warming winds will not last…
Take heed,
for you have been warned and now told…
Only those hearts humbled and now knowledgable will be ready…
for they have not given way to these foolish and heady times…
For out of the North,
and then the West,
while up from the South,
and finally the East…
the premature blooms will be trampled under the hooves
of the stampede…
those who run seeking a safe haven…
who will find none.
Yet the faithful will not dismayed…
you who have been prepared and ready…
Your time draws near…
As Hope is ushered in on the returning winds of change…
As His way has been prepared and now made ready,
as you who have been waiting,
now find yourself more than ready to pay homage to
the returning of the King.
Pray that your flight will not take place in winter or on the Sabbath.
For then there will be great distress, unequaled from the beginning of
the world until now—and never to be equaled again.
Matthew 24:20-21
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