Church Age Ends; Tribulation Soon to Follow

Last night, I had a sobering experience. I heard myself thinking the world was ending. I heard it over and over. Then I got the strong impression that I would not be here on earth next year.

When it comes to things like this, I have been wrong a few times. I’m generally right. I remember being filled with the strong sense that my dad would not be alive on April 1, 2019, and he died on March 25. I had the impression a long time before he died. It didn’t come to me on March 24.

If anyone wants to take time to pray that I would know the truth, I would appreciate it. I don’t want to be deceived.

The Bible says we will not know the day or the hour of the rapture, but it doesn’t say we won’t have a good general idea when it will happen. It doesn’t say we won’t know the year. Sometimes you have to read carefully in order to avoid making a mistake.

The Bible can be confusing. It says God doesn’t do anything without telling the prophets, but Jesus told the disciples he would come at a time when they thought not.

Did he mean believers would not know the rapture was imminent? Maybe not. Maybe he meant he would return 2000 years later instead of revealing himself as God in their time. The disciples seem to have expected things to wrap up quickly. It could be that when he said “you,” he was referring to the people who were with him at that moment.

Here’s something interesting: “apocalypse” doesn’t mean “end of the world” or “destruction.” It means “revelation.” Things will be revealed.

I was praying about these things last night, and I kept feeling a strange sensation. I concentrated on it and tried to define it. I realized I felt as though I were in the presence of someone straining to give birth.

I embedded a video made by a pastor in Kentucky. He had dreams he felt were prophetic. He thinks 2021 will be a taste of hell in America. He predicts 80% inflation. I didn’t want to hear that. I don’t have a nine-to-five job. If my cash disappears, and my investments turn into liabilities, and precious metals become relatively worthless, what will I do to survive at my age? After I got the impression that I would be raptured, I felt much better. I don’t want to be a beggar or a laborer when I could be at the marriage supper of Jesus Christ.

Yesterday I saw something truly disgusting, and I considered it a sign that God is done with the world. Sports Illustrated is putting a castrated man in its swimsuit edition. They fully expect other men to be aroused by him. Many of them will be aroused. Men who object will be vilified. Wait and see. It’s not enough to tolerate homosexual eunuchs. We are now expected to participate in their sick fetish.

Try and imagine this happening in 1985. No; that doesn’t get the message across. It’s not that shocking if things change a lot over 35 years. Try and imagine it happening in 2015. Man is changing with extreme rapidity now. Psychosis is a pandemic.

It’s easy to see how Sodom ended up with gangs of homosexual rapists who had no interest in women. Homosexuality is rare in healthy cultures, but the word says God gives people who reject him over to it. He stops blocking it, so it spreads. I wouldn’t be shocked if homosexuality became the majority orientation among American males, assuming there is still enough time for it to happen. For quite some time, I’ve believed it would eventually happen.

The world of athletics has always been full of homosexuality. Football is full of unexpressed perversion. Wrestling is unbelievable; it amazes me that men have the stomach to spend hours practicing. A huge percentage of female athletes are lesbians. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that Sports Illustrated should become a leading force in the drive to mainstream sodomy and convert heterosexuals.

Ten years ago, you were required to tolerate. Now you are expected to participate.

In America, sport is the god of most adult males. They have a sick, infantile devotion to it. If your god tells you to lust for other men, will you be able to refuse?

There are many, many families in America who spend over $10,000 per year on spectator sports. They go into debt to do it. They paint their houses with team colors. They get in ludicrous bar fights over whose team is best. People have tattooed team logos on their heads. Athlete worship is a powerful tool. We take people with low IQ’s and low character and turn them into apostles because they can jump high and throw balls through nets.

How long have I been saying homosexuality would be used as a club to beat Christians? Probably a decade. I’m sure people thought I was nuts. I was a hundred percent correct. Who would have expected this in 1995? Who would have connected homosexuality to the widescale persecution of the church?

Tolerance is a one-way street.

I wish the rapture were tomorrow. The older I get, the more offensive the earth becomes, and the more I long for something good. I guess everyone in labor wishes it would pass quickly.

Most Christians will be right here during the tribulation. Most of us are complete hypocrites. We lie to ourselves, and we let TV preachers and greedy pastors lie to us. The rapture will be a litmus test. If you’re still here when it’s over, you will be exposed. It will be the correct outcome, and you won’t be able to dispute it.

Things are unpleasant now that we have a mild epidemic, mild shortages, and a little bit of violence. Don’t forget; God is restraining things while his children are here. When we’re gone, he will let the dam burst. Imagine what it will be like when there are severe plagues everywhere, it’s hard to get food, and neighbors are killing each other in every suburb.

The word says the rich will ask the hills and mountains to cover them and hide them from God’s wrath. That’s already happening. Rich people who think God can’t penetrate earthly obstacles are building underground shelters. Instead of listening to God, they’re taking their cues from a Kubrick character.

I hope the impression I have is correct. If I can’t reach enough people to make staying on earth worth the trouble, I want to leave. I don’t want to be poor. I don’t want to live under the likes of Kamala Harris and Elizabeth Warren. I don’t want the annoyance of having my law license revoked because I opposed sexual sin on my blog. I don’t want to be told I can’t buy or sell. I don’t want to have my property confiscated. I’m not excited about prison. I would like to put this place behind me. I’m tired of being rejected for telling the truth.

I would give up a thousand acres and a mansion in Tennessee for half of an efficiency apartment in heaven.