From the window of my home office, I gaze across a couple of
acres to the gray house where an American flag wilts against a metal pole. The sky is blue with only a few small cloud puffs that are
seemingly as motionless as my neighbor’s flag. It’s a peaceful scene on a quiet
day in rural America.
But if I look away and then back again, the clouds will have moved along, or at least they will have taken on new dimensions. And tomorrow or the next day, a storm will violate the tranquil sky and beat the flag into a furious wave. It’s summer in Florida and not too many days pass without what the local news has dubbed inconvenient weather.
The adjective could be applied to a number of situations
besides the weather. The red, white and blue flag resisting any shift in this
peaceful scene does not accurately represent our nation. If I stretch beyond my
limited view, there is little peace. In fact, peace seems to have floated away,
or at least it’s taken on new dimensions. And it will not return without
fundamental change, or so we’re told. Our thinking needs to change. Our view of
reality needs to change. Our country, our world demands it with the shout of a
hurricane. The raging storm of social upheaval, for me, seems a great inconvenience.
Communities are represented in the above paragraph, and I
belong to a community as well. Within the world-wide body of believers—the Church—there
is a sub-community of watchmen (and women) who are especially aware of
prophetic progression. These people are tuned in to what’s happening in the Middle East. There are some 250,000 missiles pointed at Israel, and particular conflicts
referenced in the Bible may be about to come to pass. To overlook Israel makes
the headlines nothing but scary. To remember God’s prophecy about the Holy Land
makes it…well, it’s still scary. But it’s also filled with hope and promise. It
has all come to a point that the watchers refer to as convergence. All the
prophetic signs, for the first time in history, are coming together at once. The
world is on the prophetic brink.
And here I sit considering the American flag. And the sky.
The wind has picked up a bit and the clouds are gathering. Around the world,
for some of my brothers and sisters in Christ, the peacefulness I experience on this day
has long departed. Still, they surely know the peace that passes understanding.
For the multitude fighting breathlessly to upend God’s plan
for His creation, there is no peace. There never was. But peace will envelope
this world when our King rides in to end their battle at last.
The flag doesn’t hold my attention for long. But the sky… I
can’t stop looking up.
Now when these things begin to happen, look up
and lift up your heads, because your
redemption draws near. Luke 21:28