Foreshadow Now, ‘Season of the End Times’:
Blog note. Jesus indicated that ‘fearful sights’ (various natural disasters) would occur leading up to the time known as the Tribulation and Great Tribulation (a combined seven year period of great destruction on earth). Although these types of things have occurred in the past for centuries and thousands of years, they could be identified as the ‘season of the times’ due to the ferociousness of these events. They would be occurring in greater intensity, severity, frequency, size, duration, scope … just like the pains that a woman experiences in labor the farther along she is in the labor process. We are in the ‘season of the times’ that comes just before the seven (7) year Tribulation/Great Tribulation period
… And great earthquakes shall be in diverse places, and famines, and pestilences; and fearful sights and great signs shall there be from heaven. (Luke 21:11).
… And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring; (Luke 21:25)
… Men’s hearts failing them for fear, and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth: for the powers of heaven shall be shaken; (Luke 21:26)
… This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. (2 Timothy 3:1)
Jesus is giving a series of prophecies about what to look for as the age of grace comes to a close. These verses are several of many such prophecies from throughout the Bible. 2017 was the worst year in recorded history for the intensity, frequency, severity, duration and occurrence of a large number of severe natural disasters worldwide. Earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes, typhoons, cyclones, torrential flooding, unprecedented wildfires in unusual places, devastating droughts, excessive/scorching heat setting records everywhere, record snowfalls in Europe and Russia. Snow in the Arabia. This list can go on. Most studied Eschatologists believe these ‘fearful sights’ and massive natural disasters are all part of the ‘CONVERGENCE’ of signs that this Biblical and prophetic age is closing. Most people who study prophecy are familiar with the routine reference(s) made that these things will be like a woman having labor.
Future, during the seven (7) year tribulation;
Revelation 6:7-8 And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. 8 And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
(‘fourth part’ = 25% = *7.7 billion x .25 = 1.93 billion people) *estimated earth population as of March 2020.
Past 15 (5+5+5) Days, ‘Increasing, Like Birth Pains, Fearful Natural Disasters’ in ‘Diverse Places’; Fire, Flood and Plague – essays about 2020. Burning bush, melting Arctic, a deadly virus: nobody said the end times would be boring
For one brief shining moment it seemed humanity’s inability to imagine much beyond our lived experience was irrelevant. Covid was coming for us all. This is part of a series of essays by Australian writers responding to the challenges of 2020
by John Birmingham. The Guardian. Thursday, September 3, 2020
The chicken shack was nearly an hour’s walk through Seoul in the subzero night, but they served up damn good chicken, and dangerously cheap beer, and we agreed the risk of becoming lost and freezing to death on the street was worth it. My son, Thomas, spent his early years in Canberra, and he does not feel the cold like I do, routinely sleeping with his bedroom windows wide open through the winter. But on this night even he swaddled up with multiple layers of hoodies, scarves and so much Korean puffer-wear that we were less men than giant, shambling marshmallows in search of the dirty bird.
There was, as well, a quiet pleasure to be had from the killing cold. When we had flown out of Australia a few days earlier the whole of the sky was smeared a smoky orange ochre, and the familiar steam press humidity of summer in the subtropics had evaporated under a furnace blast of dry heat from the heart of the continent. It felt good to shiver and contemplate the lot of everyone we’d left behind, especially as we drummed greasy fingertips on painfully distended tummies full of spicy chicken meat. But enjoyment would pass.
We were nearly two weeks in Seoul and, by the time we made our last pilgrimage to the chicken joint, unimaginably vast expanses of Australian bushland and even rainforest had not just burned but been atomised inside a conflagration burning at planetary scale. My long habit when travelling overseas of never reading Australian news came to nothing, because the firestorm at home was headline news all over the world. A giant video wall across the street from our hotel, two or three storeys high, pulsed with apocalyptic visions of rich, white refugees hip deep in the ocean, having fled the black tsunami of ash, smoke and flame. International news sites refreshed constant updates from the fire front, and from the eerily deserted streets of Sydney and Melbourne. Scientists estimated the number of native animals killed to be in the millions, then hundreds of millions. Then more than a billion.
This was horror painted on a vast, burning canvas. But worse were the smaller, more intimate stories of fireys and farmers who, having heard the dying screams of burning koalas, could never unhear them.
And through it all the prime minister was inexplicably missing in action, until it turned out he was actually just missing in Hawaii.
Watching from Seoul, seven and a half thousand kilometres away, it seemed to me that it could not go on. Something would have to give.
But it would, of course, go on for months.
To be so far away during those days of the summer holocaust was distancing in more than one way. At night, sitting in the bar in my hotel, staring out over the Blade Runner landscape of Seoul’s Hongdae district, I could doom-scroll Twitter for apocalyptic visions of hellfire consuming Australia. Sometimes I could glance down 19 storeys to see the same images on those giant screens just above street level, where they competed for eyeballs against the pixel storms of StarCraft and Counter-Strike competitions from the gaming cafe across the street, or the even more surreal imagery of the giant animated cartoon mascots that are ubiquitous in Korea. Australia’s horror was abstracted away, made alien and rendered into meaningless colour and movement.
If this seems harsh, I can only offer my congratulations. You have reacquired your sense of privilege.
How many famines in Africa, ground wars in Asia or catastrophic oil spills in the Gulf of Mexico have you contemplated from afar without suffering visceral connection? You may have felt something akin to sympathy, but more likely you were processing the idea of sympathy because the words or images which carried the knowledge of those terrible events to you seemed to come freighted with a moral imperative that you care about them.
At least until you scrolled away, went out for coffee, or realised that Netflix had dropped the next season of your favourite show and it was time to get your binge on.
I remember feeling very strongly as I watched Australia burn from Seoul and Hong Kong and, months later, from Rome and Milan and Paris that we were the Other now. Our turn had come. And while the world might gin up some long-range empathy for the plight of a dying koala or baby kangaroo, we the peeps were probably shit out of luck. Just like those poor bastards we exiled to our Pacific gulags, who drew the shortest straw when their fates became dependent on our generosity of spirit. Or the Eora people, whose long watch over the southern shores of Botany Bay was closed out by Arthur Phillip’s order to a young Watkin Tench to lead a punitive raid against the tribe to spread “an exemplary terror among the natives”.
Sometimes your luck just runs out, and a hard truth of human nature is that we really only care about what’s close. White Australia was a lucky country for so long, because the gift of distance was history’s lack of interest in our affairs. But that absence of concern for a tiny outpost, removed from the centre of things, can just as easily turn to indifference and genuine disdain when fate turn against us. From afar it was possible to see with the cold objectivity of foreigners just how unflattering a picture we made for any who cared to look. An immensely privileged dominion occupied by a small number of deeply selfish people, suddenly confronted with the consequences of inaction.
For a few months there you could finally see the world accelerating towards the existential discontinuity of irreversible, devastating climate change. No more projections. No theories. No modelling or arcane math. The future had arrived. It was not evenly distributed. It had exploded into the real on the eastern edge of the Australian continent.
Meanwhile, sitting on a beach in Hawaii was our doughy, aggressively know-nothing prime minister, infamous for carrying a big lump of coal on to the floor of parliament and fondling the same with the puckish joy of a man-sized Billy Bunter in possession of a large, unexpected jam donut. To the beach he went, while his land and his people hurtled towards the burning pit.
Perhaps, sipping umbrellas drinks and mugging for happy snaps with similarly footloose bogans, Scott Morrison was himself subject to the distancing effect I felt all around me in South Korea and Hong Kong, that deeply human flaw that the gaming journalist and Twitter savant David Milner describes as the inability to conceive as real any reality different to our own lived experience. Hong Kong in particular afforded a novel perspective on the subject-object divide, as smoke from nearby pro-democracy riots drifted into the bar where we sat watching smoke from a series of megafires blanket the streets of Sydney.
The drinkers of Hong Kong’s Mid-Levels district seemed no more inconvenienced by the actual particulates contaminating their imported beers than they were by hi-def imagery of incinerated biomass contaminating the city where some of that beer had originated. The riots that weekend were a few miles away. The megafires another world.
But of course otherness is an illusion; comforting, anaesthetising, but illusion nonetheless.
By that time, 80% of Hong Kong’s population had been teargassed at some point in the previous six months, and every day drew them closer to the end of the city’s freedom, many years ahead of the prescribed return to complete control by the mainland.
It is perhaps a passing irony of 2020, the year of metastasising ironies, that Beijing’s grip on its recalcitrant entrepôt should have been strengthened by the emergence of the novel coronavirus from the wet markets of Wuhan. But nobody said the end times would be boring and, if there is subtext to this year of lethal wonders, it cautions against narrative complacency. I had assumed a thousand years ago in February that a world with its own sorrows to attend to would eventually tire of ours, even while the bush burned and the reef turned white and died.
But a funny thing happened on the way to the apocalypse, and that congenital flaw of the human heart and mind, our inability to connect intimate subject to distant object, would be undone.
The virus may yet kill us all, one way or another, but having killed at least half a million human beings at the time of writing, having emptied the streets of Rome and the tall towers of Manhattan, it scattered us like chaff before the tempest – or like aerosolised droplets of infected sputum, should you prefer a more clinically befitting metaphor. To our varied holes we bolted, those of us who could, leaving behind those who couldn’t because they did not have the means to flee and we still needed them to drive trucks, stack shelves, flip burgers and remind us of a simple truth, that heroism is often average people doing normal things when everything else is falling apart.
But in that falling apart, for a little while at least, it felt like we were all together.
Racism, selfishness and moments of mad panic flared up here and there, and often all at once in the toilet paper aisle at the local supermarket, but as the human race contemplated our shared mortality it did seem, for one brief shining moment, that our inability to imagine much beyond our lived experience was suddenly irrelevant because everyone’s lived experience was now the same. The virus was coming for us.
Of course, we have moved on from that. Politics in particular abhors a vacuum and has rushed back into the space cleared by Covid-19. That’s not completely unreasonable. In the US, which lurches closer to catastrophic failure every hour the tangerine Chimpenführer sits the throne, only politics can save them from something much worse. Here, the working truce between state and federal governments and the major parties must inevitably fracture when we turn to the forever question of who is going to pay for everything. (Spoiler: it won’t be the rich.) And in the Hobbesian realm of geostrategy, the uncertainties and instabilities occasioned by the pandemic can only increase those deep, tectonic pressures running along the fault lines between civilisations. This would have happened whether China bungled its initial response to the virus or not.
But home again, exiled to my pleasant writing room with the nice view over the remnant forest that runs down to the river, I can only wonder, what next.
The weather in Siberia is ominous.
Months of extreme heat have baked the Russian Arctic and thawed gigatonns of permafrost. The frozen tundra warms even as the coronavirus spreads. They are, for now, unrelated but coincident planetary comorbidities. Warm weather is not unheard of in the Arctic. Summer days are long up there, allowing for a lot of solar energy to hit the ice caps. As the underlying seasonal temperatures creep up, however, those occasional heatwaves will add their thermal power to a much higher baseline.
And now 12m acres of Russia’s coldest wastelands are on fire.
They burn while we distract ourselves with contention over other things. They burn while you read this. They will burn tomorrow when you have found some new distraction. Eventually, we can but hope, winter will return and they will stop burning, but by then our turn will have come around again, and the Arctic Circle will be just that little bit less arctic.
What ancient viruses slumber in those cold sediments, waiting for a flicker of warmth to loose them into the world again, or lurk in the Amazon, or the jungles of West Africa, needful only of the woodsman’s axe to carve a path to freedom?
Reducing everything to dualism is another of our faults but this does seem to be a binary moment. Either we are all in this together or we are doomed to return to a state of nature, the never-ending war of all against all. It was Prospero at the end of The Tempest who warned us against illusions and otherness, lest we see dissolved our “cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples and the great globe itself”. I fear, I really do fear, that either we heed the old sorcerer, or, as he further warned, we shall “leave not a rack behind”.
• This essay will be part of the anthology Fire, Flood and Plague, edited by Sophie Cunningham and published by Penguin Random House in December
In His Service,
Night Watchman Ministries
Make Your Decision for Christ NOW!!!!!!! Time is Up!!!!!!!
Jesus Christ’s Offer of Salvation:
The ABCs of Salvation through Jesus Christ (the Lamb)
A. Admit/Acknowledge/Accept that you are sinner. Ask God’s forgiveness and repent of your sins.
. . . “For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God.” (Romans 3:23).
. . . “As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one.” (Romans 3:10).
. . . “If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.” (1 John 1:8).
B. Believe Jesus is Lord. Believe that Jesus Christ is who He claimed to be; that He was both fully God and fully man and that we are saved through His death, burial, and resurrection. Put your trust in Him as your only hope of salvation. Become a son or daughter of God by receiving Christ.
. . . “That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life. For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. (John 3:15-17). For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.” (Romans 10:13).
C. Call upon His name, Confess with your heart and with your lips that Jesus is your Lord and Savior.
. . . “That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.” (Romans 10:9-10).
. . . “If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.” (John 1:8-10).
. . . “And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world. (John 2:2).
. . . “In this was manifested the love of god toward us, because that God sent his only begotten Son into the world, that we might live through him. And we have seen and do testify that the Father sent the Son to be the Saviour of the world. Whosoever shall confess that Jesus is the Son of God, God dwelleth in him, and he in God.” (1 John 4:9, 14-15).
. . . “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him. For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.” (Romans 5:8-10).
. . . “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” (Romans 6:23).
. . . “Jesus saith unto them, I am the way, the truth, and the life, no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.” (John 14:6).
. . . “For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth.” (Romans 1:16).
. . . “Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.” (Acts: 4:12).
. . . “Who will have all men to be saved, and to come unto the knowledge of the truth for there is one God, and one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus.” (1 Timothy 2:4-6).
. . . “For God did not appoint us to suffer wrath but to receive salvation through our Lord Jesus Christ.” (1 Thessalonians 5:9).
. . . “But as many as received him, to them gave the power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name.” (John 1:12).
True Church / Bride of Christ Spared from God’s Wrath:
Romans 5:8-10. “But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, being now justified by his blood, we shall be saved from wrath through him. For if, when we were enemies, we were reconciled to God by the death of his Son, much more, being reconciled, we shall be saved by his life.”
Romans 12:19. Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.
1 Thessalonians 1:10. And to wait for his Son from heaven, whom he raised from the dead, even Jesus, which delivered us from the wrath to come.
1 Thessalonians 5:9. For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ,
Romans 8:35. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?
Jeremiah 30:7. Alas! for that day is great, so that none is like it: it is even the time of Jacob’s trouble, but he shall be saved out of it.
Revelation 3:10 Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world, to try them that dwell upon the earth.