VENGEANCE

The Lord said to my Lord

"Sit at My right hand, 

Till I make Your enemies Your footstool"

Psalm 110

A small group of elderly stalwarts hugged the fireplace in Lily Drabble's little cottage.   A candle flickered on the mantle piece.

"How many power cuts this winter Lily" asked Jeff 

"Three" said Lily "the old fireplace is really a blessing even if it is a bit mucky, at least we have heat"

"Whose idea was it to build houses without chimneys and I bet when the electric is cut off and the boiler goes down it gets cold very quickly.   The old days were the best" said Jeff clearly lost in thought.

Storm clouds were gathering on the horizon.   It was getting dark and the eighty year old pensioners were preparing for whatever the New Year would bring.   

"We are going round in circles" said Albert.   "Did we learn nothing from the last war.   What is the agenda here - culling the population for the elite and privileged.   The lads were just cannon fodder, next time it will be wipe out.   Can you imagine how subsequent generations will cope with the judgement heading our way.   When petrol runs out and shelves are empty they will squeal like frightened rats.  That's where our experience comes in handy" said Albert smiling.  "I've given my bike a good service and Lily has Daisy to pull the cart and trap.

"For ages I have been asking the Lord where and what is Your purpose for me" said Lily "and now I'm hitting 80 -  He tells me!!!!!!"  her intonation reflecting her Jewish gene. 

"Okay" replied Sam "Moses was 80 when the Lord called him, we will all be running true to form then"

Minnie massaged her twisted hands together and suggested that as she kept dropping things perhaps her role might be instructive rather than constructive.

Bill reached over and took her small hands in his.   "Don't you worry girl I can still use my hands.   You'll be the brains and I'll be the brawn."

The group appreciated his humour.   They were diamonds in the rough, their wisdom far exceeded the post war generations that followed them.

"I always knew this would end in tears" said Brian "we feared God and knew the rod of correction, the end result for the abominations in the Church will be terrible.   Not that God resides in Trinity Square church any more, its now a Kitchen Warehouse, Christ Church a carpet warehouse and St. Pauls a Sports Centre.

I would not have gone to any of the remaining churches and that's before they starting the Alpha course meat and two veg enticements along with a spotted dick and custard pudding.   Appetites satisfied they would move into groups and the captives were then supposed to ask questions from a rather immature group of youngsters fresh from bible college about God, Jesus and Salvation.

The earnest seekers met a blank smile and silence the leader obviously either unable or unwilling to provide an honest answer.   I was bristling with irritation.  "Answer the question boy"  The youth considered himself superior to the other minions around him and the best he could come up with was "I think we have a critical spirit in this group"

"Yes" said Brian "its me - now get on with it.   If you don't know the answer be honest.
 "Okay - back to business, did you bring the list Minnie.''

  

"Yes" she replied handing over a piece of paper slightly worse for wear headed emergency supplies, food, medicines and first aid equipment.   The group didn't have any debt, cars, insurance, funeral plans.

"We won't need them - what a racket" said Bill  "God will incinerate the lot"

"I've left my body to science" said Sheila

"Well if they need your bits okay m'dear" said Bill "but if we run out of time beforehand they will be toast."

"They would only have been three at my funeral anyway" said Minnie.   "I've offended just about everyone.  Tell the truth and shame the devil was a well known instruction at my school.   Imagine saying that in front of a class these days, they'd cart you away.   This isn't our world and genuine christians who strive to live holy lives will be gagged and bound where ever possible.   Loving Christ often means leaving behind families and friends who are dancing to the music of this world.   I find it better to steer clear of the Pharisees, hypocrites and Nicolaitans and walk on alone.   Present company excluded" she said with a smile.

"We just need to be prepared for unforeseen circumstances.   Jesus told us not to worry so perhaps it would be wise to ignore the media who seems hell bent on depressing those without hope to the point of suicide.   We who know the Lord are filled with His peace in every situation.    I never even considered the need for a "Dad's army again never mind a "Granddad's army" do they ever learn?

"It's not all gloom and doom" said Sheila cheerfully "there are those beavering away in the background - we need a Pimpernel attitude - because if you challenge corruption you will soon find yourself in a police cell.    It was dreadful the way they handled the situation with Lynn - locking up an eighty year old for peacefully protesting."   

"Could be worse" said Albert "but I think it will be more subtle this time - apparently the courts are contemplating allowing doctors and families to decide when to withhold food and drink from brain damaged patients and are even looking at extending it to dementia.   Wicked.   Mind you if your family think you are crackers for believing in Christ they might be able to get you certified.   One very good reason for keeping a low profile and as far away from them as possible.

A cloaked figure sat puffing on a pipe in a corner of the room nearest the window listening to the conversation.

He spoke.

"Beware of religious leaders, evangelists and false prophets, TENT MAKERS THEY ARE NOT.

"Ignore those happy to tell you "The Lord told me to tell you"  The Lord doesn't need a middle man.

Don't let anyone give you a date for the Day of Wrath - simply watch for the signs and keep your eyes on Jesus.   Matthew 24 - gives you the countdown.

Keep a low profile for it is a sure sign of the "end days" when they start to seek you out and silence you.

Beware of Rome - not the Catholics themselves but their leaders.   The Dark Age rises again and their agenda is to once again control and eliminate opposition.  The present Pope is a Jesuit and they are bound by oath not to seek higher office in the Roman Catholic Church.   So why is Frances their Pope?   They dance with anti.Christ.

Beware of Jesuits that hang around the power halls in America.  They have a dangerous agenda.

Keep alert.   Keep your own counsel and if its the Lord's will help those He sends to you.  Share with the needy and protect the Lesser Brethren (animals).

He has blessed you with insight and discernment, precious gifts.   Many will not understand until the end.

Let your last years be your best years.  And with his last comment he wrapped his cloak tightly around him and walked through the doorway into the night."

"Who was that" said Lily and they all laughed.   They knew very well it was someone who society  shunned and declared quite mad.   "He'll be off for a pint before the pub closes.   He is a holy man. 

The wicked shall be turned into hell,

And all the nations that forget God.

For the needy shall not always be forgotten;

The expectation of the poor shall not perish forever.

Psalm 9

17-18

  

  

    

       

CALLING THE SHEEP

Then the King will say to those on His right hand

'Come, you blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom

prepared for you from the foundation of the world.

Matthew 25 - 34

The teacher stood in front of her captive audience and asked the question "Who do you think has the most advanced mind blowing computer way beyond our human comprehension and yet at the flick of a switch the operator can see where you are and what you are doing".

"Let me tell you a story" the teacher continued.   It's about a very old lady who had been moved by her family into a care home for her own safety.    She lay in the dark tears streaming down her face  alone and confused.

The computer operator said "use the simulation its time.   Send Jack, she will not be afraid."   

Annie heard the sound of the opening door.   She was very very weak and it was an effort to raise her head to look at the approaching figure.   Her sight was poor.   "I need my glasses" she moaned as she peered through the mist.

Suddenly her sight cleared and there stood Jack.  Her Jack, her beloved Jack.   He spoke "come on old girl, you've suffered enough - its time to come home."

She laughed as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the dressing table mirror.  That beautiful young thing, was it her?

"Give me your hand darling" said Jack "don't be afraid" and he gathered her up in strong arms.

They found Annie the next morning.  She had the happiest smile on her face.   Her prison door was open.   Gone the indignity of bits that had ceased to function - still at last.

'We have to let go of this life to live' was her favourite saying and Jesus smiled.   Annie has arrived "welcome aboard - good and faithful servant"

She wasn't a celebrity here on earth.   She had a servant heart and worked with the rough sleepers on the city streets, she was just one of the hidden army of workers trying to make a difference in a world slowly falling apart.   That is precisely what the Lord called all His followers to do.   Make a difference where you can.   The end game is written but those who follow His teachings will surely earn their place in glory. 

As the class ended and one youngster headed for the cloakroom malice written all over her face.   She would tell her mother the story her teacher had told and that would be reported to the education authorities.   At last she would be getting rid of Ms Appleby who was a christian and always banging on about right and wrong.

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As the year comes to an end genuine christians realise biblical prophecy is unfolding.   The Christ has been taken out of Christmas.   The teacher of my story will be cautioned for her christian slant on the lesson and it may even go to litigation with loss of employment.   Every attempt is being made to squash freedom of speech and there is little compassion for those who slip through the net.  They worship success, fame and money,  all Gods of this world.    

We put on the whole armour of God and stand.    Meanwhile the circus that is religion continues and the idiocy of false teachers and prophets continues apace.  Those who make money leading confused sheep in circles grow wealthy - tent makers they are not. 

Follow the Lord and even in the hour of death hear His sweet words "Come, ye blessed of my Father.

SHALOM