Americans (Christians and non Christians alike) have been asking themselves why the United States would surrender so much of itself, giving up power and control. Now, with the potential surrender of the internet, many again scratch their heads, and ask, “Why?” Now, you may be right, I may be crazy, but I wonder…
“The ten horns of the beast are ten kings who have not yet risen to power. They will be appointed to their kingdoms for one brief moment to reign with the beast. They will all agree to give him their power and authority.” (Rev. 17:12,13 NLT)
I wrote the following a while back, but it is still intensely on my heart:
The days of the Spirit have ceased, and God no longer speaks. All that remains is to sleep, and wait for the gospel to permeate the world. It’s easy to ignore the writing on the wall when you’re convinced you know everything.
“Take the book and open the seals.”
Asleep in Babylon, they dream. Conferences and impartations, trivial pursuit is such a deadly game. They dream on.
Who is gonna reform the Reformers? Tired arguments, stale rhetoric, and doctrinal clichés doom the next generation to invent heresies. They know something is missing, but to admit what It is would blow their theology. Lullabies are plentiful in Babylon.
Institutionalized, mesmerized, idealized- It’s over guys! Yet, it’s business as usual, sleepwalking on the deck of the Titanic. There has to be some way to save all that we have built.
“Behold, I stand at the door and knock.”
Asleep in Babylon, they dream. If you ignore the riders on their horses maybe they’ll just go away. They dream on.
Wholesale slaughter, a loaf of bread for a days wage, deception, war, and pestilence abound. You better not touch my Chick fil a. The world is on fire. I wonder if they have an app for that.
IPhones, ringtones, a trumpet blast, and we’ll all be gone, ‘cause you know God wouldn’t let his people suffer. Hey, our worship team just got a smoke machine. That’ll go great with the angel feathers and the glory cloud!
“I find your deeds incomplete in the sight of my God.”
Asleep in Babylon, they dream. I heard Jesus came back Saturday night. Never mind that; services start tomorrow at eleven.