I can remember growing up
in West Texas. Late afternoon storms were the day's excitement. Black clouds
rose to tremendous
heights as lightning and
thunder streaked across the sky. Often we sometimes ran to the "storm cellar"
when the town siren
wailed a warning of
tornados in the area.
Right now I
have that same feeling, but of a different
variety.
We know a storm is
approaching--the sirens are
wailing and we must
soon leave everything behind and head for
that place
of
safety.
Our world is about to feel
the approaching storm's
rumble, its furious
winds. A pounding of hailstones and rain.
In the face of that
approaching storm I feel a sickening fear, yet it is comforting to know the
cellar is nearby.
Do you not sense it? Even smell it? Feel that
brief calm before it
hits?
A moral
collapse is about to destroy our America the
Beautiful.
Words expounding
decency are no longer acceptable--for they
are "old fashioned" and
not relevant to the
"changing times".
What was once a disgrace
to even mention, is blatantly flaunted. Sodom's bedroom
is occupying Main street, enticing innocent
children in their schools
and homes---throwing buckets of red paint upon every
house of worship to the
Living God, every
sermon of
righteousness, every law of
decency, every stand for truth. I am nauseated at filthy words that fill the air,
the
exposure of nakedness
around me. The mockery
of good and praise of
evil. Does this not described what was in the mind of
Lot as his "righteous
soul was vexed"?
Am I an alarmist?
Am I so old that I live in another age? Perhaps. But if
so, that is exactly the reason I can remember the
difference
in the America of my
childhood and see the one today.
Darkness covers the
earth, and gross darkness the people...
Do you know that the
winds are now picking up? Soon someone will be snatching us by
the hand to take us out of Sodom, just as
they did with Lot--kind
of like that storm cellar I remember. We won't be quickly loading up all
our possessions, for there will be
no time to waste, nor any
need for them where He takes
us.
We
have this brief calm
before the storm, to quickly
warn our children and loved ones!
But don't be
surprised when they think you are talking
nonsense...
MARY E.
ADAMS