Stumbling Bear - My pick for my Indian name.
Some of the wise will stumble, so that they may be refined, purified and made spotless until the time of the end.... Daniel 11:35
From this scripture, I draw the title of my life's work: Stumbling into Heaven. I'd like to say I'm walking the path, marching to Zion, beautiful, beautiful, Zion; running the good race. But I think Stumbling into Heaven is more accurate. I'm just glad grace will allow me to stumble in and the Lord will refine, purify and make me spotless in the end.
I saw an article in The Tennessean the other day where a Seventh-day Adventist was lecturing in Nashville and pointing to the recent foreclosures, economic meltdown, political turmoil and terrorism as signs of the coming apocalypse. Throughout history when bad times engulfed us someone has always announced the end is near. The Civil War, the great quake that sent the Mississippi running backwards, the Great Depression, every cataclysmic event seems to inspire people to become prophets. This particular prophet pointed to the prophecy of Daniel in his explanation of how our times fulfill the signs.
Wonder how God sees it? Glad that we're, at least, trying to interpret His word? Amused that we keep jumping the gun? Wishing the time was right to take us home? Long-suffering and letting things spin on a little while longer, giving everyone the chance in this life to know Him in preparation for the next life?
Me, I think it's more likely we'll miss the signs. Or very few will catch the twist of prophecy, like we did the birth of Christ and what His kingdom was suppose to be. We're not good on interpreting prophecy. Because only rare few ever get a glimpse of the mind of God and fathom life's meaning.
Lord knows.
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