Dreams and The End of The World

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I had my other recurring dream last night: it was the end of the world. Again. This time it was the Chinese dropping bombs on us. Other times the end of the world comes from beyond. As always, Dave (my brother) and I are on the run.

When I was a young believer I was obsessed with the end times. I read Revelation and the book Daniel all the time, along with tons of books on prophecy. I was convinced Christ was returning in my lifetime. I remember a life insurance agent coming to the house and Pop telling him he didn't need anymore insurance because Jesus was coming soon. The insurance guy had this look on his face like " WTH. I'm just trying to do my job!"

Over the years as my faith has matured, I don't question His return but I question whether it will be in my lifetime or not. I just don't know. Sometimes I wish it would happen in my lifetime. The whole meeting Him in the air experience would be mind blowing (I hope that's not sacrilegious.) To leave this earth and all of it's misery, it's temptations, pain and suffering is something I look forward to.

Other times in my weakest moments I find myself wishing He would hold off. There are still things I'd like to do and see. I'd like to see the little guy grow up. I'd like to spend 30 more years with Blue Eyes. There are still many places I'd like to see.

Still other times I want Him to hold off because there are still things I want to do for His Kingdom. I have a fear that when I stand before our maker on that last day my hands will be empty. I alluded to this before. I have a close friend I would like to lead to Christ before his life is over. There are still many in desperate need that I am called to serve. We are His hands
and there is lots of work to do.

Either way I take great satisfaction and comfort in knowing that He will return one day and take this pilgrim home. Maranatha.