End of Days

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Growing up in a military family gave great insight to the world around me.  I recall many conversations with my parents, whom incidentally I perceived were old fogies stuck in the Dark Ages, about what the world was coming to.

Blacks struggling for equality dominated my early memories of conversations with my parents.  They worried about the violence in the South.  We'd watch on our pumpkin screen B&W TV showing the cross burnings, the protests, the marches, and the riots, which caused tears and fear on the faces of my mom and dad.  And they would say, "My God, What's our world coming too?"

Race issues seemed to give way to threats of another war, and assignations of political and religious leaders were on their minds.  Duck tails,dresses trimmed above the ankle, bell bottoms, cigarette packs carried in a T-shirt sleeve, rock stars with gyrating hips, and snipers in bell towers caused them to ask again, "My God, What's our world coming too?"  And at times, they would just surrender their fears and submit to what they believed were the coming of the end of days.

And then it was my turn.  Bell towers evolved to elementary school shootings.  Gyrating hips morphed into grabbing of crotches. Drugs, free love, and Vietnam seemed to consume my thoughts.   Israel struggled to survive, and terror appeared in Europe with the IRA.

And then it was here. On our soil.  And it shocked my world.  The Black Panthers, SLA, Bill Ayers, and Timothy McVeigh,  Serial murderers, organized crime, drug wars, and bombings terrorize our neighborhoods every day. And so enters our most recent evil, Radical Islam.  And I am afraid

And I'm sure my children have heard me say, "My God, What's our world coming too?"  And I'm sure their children will hear them say, "My God, What's our world coming too?"  And perhaps, for generations ahead, the cycle will continue.

But is it really the End of Days?  That question is not what is important.  What is important is that I know that the End of Days is coming, and that I remain alert for the sound of the Trumpet, and ready to be judged, and to be ready if called.

While it might not yet be the End of Days, it is absolutely the End of an Era for me and this blog as most of you know it.  While I'll never really give up spreading my thoughts, and encouraging others to follow my views, you will see the change in future publishings.  Perhaps you'll like it, and perhaps you'll move on to another.  Either way, thanks for listening.

And listen for the Trumpets.
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