I said to Yahweh, "my voice is like a whisper among mighty powerful winds." Then, "in order for me to be heard, God would have to lift me up". The spacecraft flew in confirmation. I looked away for a few seconds, and when I looked again at the spacecraft, it was flying perpendicular to its previous direction.
I am not eager because of all the unknowns and uncertainties at the moment, but I'm not dismayed or anxious either. Change is the only acceptable outcome. And it makes me wonder, will God send me out to the highways and byways to seek out the rejected, or will God cause highways and byways to be constructed around me?
There is something dirty in men and women who are so easily persuaded to bring harm and death to others. A skilled speaker can convince you to do something so atrocious as sawing off little boys' heads, throwing babies into fire, and raping their mothers (thinking of Myanmar) - there's something dirty there that I'm not sure intellect and reason alone can clean.
It isn't looking good for this place. As the world is confronted by her God, it will be surprise after surprise, and it will not be pleasant. You will have your miracles, but none worth celebrating. Your many songs will no longer be praise, but rather mourning.
Why do earthquakes resonate with me?
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