January 10, 2020

once upon a time

I believed, like many, the

pre-trib

pre-wrath

pre-mil

rapture of God’s elect

it was so exciting to think

I’d be rising into Heaven

meet Him way up in the air

bid good-bye and fare-thee-well

to this tired old evil earth

I enjoy disaster stories and this

this would have been disaster

to end all disasters

would have been some story

unbelievable

filled with despair

devoid of hope

(unless Jenkins & LaHaye were right

and those left behind could come to faith)

it was fun to contemplate

unpredictably pilotless aircraft

uninhabited clothing

suddenly empty hugs

and know I’d be above it all

it was comforting too

to think I’d not have to suffer

as so many brothers and sisters

are

but I don’t anymore

I’ve been reading the Bible

often and very carefully

I’ve found it to speak different

than those I used to follow

and I’ve changed

I can’t believe ought as the Bible says

no matter how exciting man’s tale

it is far too selfish to hold

for one who longs to honour God

far more than he honours himself