The words of Jesus Christ forbids any prediction of the day or hour by man or angel, or even himself.
"But of that day and that hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels which are in heaven, neither the Son, but the Father." Mark 13:32. BTW, our Father's name is not Harold Spring unless I have been misinformed.
HOWEVER there was an occurrence this week that points to the fact that we are living in the "last days." Some athiests got wind of pastor Spring's errant prediction. They threw parties they called mockingly, "Rapture Parties." These parties are themselves proofs, not of any exact day or hour, but that Christ will come SOON! Mark 2 Peter 3: 3&4 where it reads,
"Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts, and saying, Where is the promise of his coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as they were from the beginning of the creation." Before you discount this thought based on atheist rejection of creation itself, be mindful that creation is only one translation of the Greek word "Krisis," that was used in the original text and which can also be translated, "formation."
I had wanted to make this a really restful Sabbath but the guys had left the place a mess and I had a worker left here. Oleg Loboda, my young, old friend was working on Saturday because he had taken a day off Thursday to do Jail ministry. I fixed him lunch. Tempura fried chicken, River of Joy potatoes and broccoli in mayonaise sauce. He liked it lots. After lunch he did a little more plaster work and left in time for the 3:15 bus. I settled in. But shortly came a knock. Constantine invited me out to a table in our yard where his family, a guest from Sudak and Alina were celebrating Dasha's 14th birthday. I joined them of course.
We had a good time and then I was at last free for the day so I thought. The gravel truck had deferred until Monday and Alina was feeding her geese. Tolik was off working on the coast. Nothing more could bother me. Sigh.
Another knock! Daveeeed! Alina's way of announcing herself. "Entre Vous!" The door half opened and Alina said, "David there is a Kamaz full of gravel out there (Pointing to where the cows get their mid-day milking). Probably it is yours!" I went out on the road to find the driver, Lenur's short statured grandpa hiking up the road from his gravel truck. After the obligitory handshake I expressed my surprise at his early visit. He said he tried to phone Lenur but he was not answering. I knew that already because Lenur said he would be here Monday morning early to help grandpa. It was up to me to get the gravel close to the work then.
I showed him where to back in and went for wire cutters to open up a gap in the fence.
He expertly backed and turned and got the gravel close to the future picnic ploshad. Back down near the road I paid him among a herd of milk cows returning to the village, but as soon as I started back for pliers to wire the fence back together, some cows followed me through the gap in the fence! Herders followed them through shouting excitedly. Cows started running all over mooing and bellowing and raising a ruckus. There went my quiet Saturday.
|This was today about 15 hours after the hole in the fence incident. The cows were moving much faster on the way home last evening. The gravel came at least a ton short. Not the first time I've been cheated during building activities here.|
Last days prophecies in Isaiah mention Sabbath keeping as important. I hope to get there next week.