Blood moon. I see this lunar event is due to happen about 2 am EST tomorrow morning, and all sorts of folk are reading cataclysmic events into it. As there are four such events predicted over the next eighteen months, it is difficult to see when the disasters will fall, but that hasn't stopped people poring over scriptures and pronouncing doom and end times gloom on us all.
I know Jesus told us to keep alert, and to be aware of the signs of the times, but he also said that nobody but the father knows when the end will come.
I think the wisest thing must be to keep our focus on Jesus, not on the blood moons, though they do sound very dramatic, nor on the various prophets. Perhaps they will turn out to be right, or perhaps not, but nobody who is focused on Jesus will go wrong.
Faith, not fear. That was Jesus' advice.
A California girl from a hot beach city marries a country loon from the cold northeast of Scotland, and she's spent the last three decades making sense out of life there. Reflections on a rural lifestyle, on identity issues and the challenges of moving so far from home,from a Christian viewpoint.
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