It looks to be a busy weekend and, while much is on my heart; even while typing out this brief update, I’m not sure as to how soon I’ll be able to get out here. (Hopefully Saturday evening; although it will be very late) Being on second shift makes for time during the day, but this week has also been hectic. To me, it’s just another sign of the times as told of in Daniel 12:4 and while none of the obligations are negative in nature, most of them fall into the catagory of temporal. This is an age of unprecidented distraction and in these latter years, the enemy has made full use of the state of technology to keep folks focused on the temporal. We can saturate our ambience with input to the point that one can effectively insulate themselves from anything that they don’t want to see or hear. For example, witnessing in the streets in complicated by the number of folks who, in times past may have been open to dialogue, but are now constantly on a cell phone.
Time is running out on this age and yet, as we see the end approaching like a freight train, many have constructed an elaborate cocoon of comfort that filters out anything that would rock their world. Music, games; a plethura of entertainment options and interests that serve to keep them from pondering such issues as “if tomorrow never comes, where will I be?” I’m reminded of the recent Christmas dinner that my wifes employer held. This one guy was playing the video game “Guitar Hero” and demonstrated his talent for those at the dinner. He was so skilled at playing this game that my first thought was “This guy has spent a lot of time playing this.” A great deal of time and effort invested into something that isn’t real. There’s something very sinister about these games that are becomming increasingly interracvtive as a person can become consumed by a pseudo reality. The whole world is being lulled and conditioned to embrace a way that will appear good, but be very very wrong. And there is a definable spirit associated with Guitar Hero.
I shouldn’t single out video games. A person can become consumed by any number of distractions; be it gambling, material acquisitions, fantasy football, a neverending list of home improvement projects, blogging, (note to self) golf, tennis, professional improvement to the point that it consumes them, and what have you. Last night as we were leaving the plant, CR offered up an observation about the various managers. Many of them seem to be all but married to their positions at the plant to the point that they could honestly say “AAM is what I am.” The number of hours that they are required to dedicate to the company is astonishing. Yet AAM is nothing more than a company whose fortunes are tied directly to General Motors and the perilous circumstances surrounding the big three are well documented. Isaiah 31:1-3 comes to mind as I think of how many have placed all of their hopes on the institutions of this world.
Speaking of AAM, I must get ready for work. Actually, I was just coming out here to check in and keep the blog current. Sorry for taking off down a rabbit trail. There’s much on my heart at the moment, but time is in short supply. Please keep Morgan and Dustin in prayer as an incredible spiritual battle is underway. Souls are in the balance. The stage is set for the final moments of the age to unfold. The glorious return of Jesus Christ is at hand. May the Lord grant each of us an understanding of just how serious this is and what’s at stake. I wish to all, a blessed day in Jesus.
January 31, 2009 (1530)
Hello again. I just found a link that might be of interest, called:
It actually would fit in better with the previous post as it discusses the perilous stte in which the United States finds itself. Word cannot relay the lateness of the hour or the perilous situation in which we find ourselves. Every saint must draw close to Jesus and FROM THEIR HEART let go of every entrapment; even to the point of loving not their lives in this world. This isn’t an option; we must ensure that our affections are solidly upon Jesus and the world to come.