I don’t often speak directly to the “other side” but tonight I will make an exception. Therefore, if you had anything to do with entrapping, attacking, wounding, accusing, convicting, abusing or betraying Dzhokhar Tsarnaev – this post is for you…
First, consider, if you will, these verses from the Bible:
James 4:13-16 Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” As it is, you boast in your arrogant schemes. All such boasting is evil.
Isaiah 46:9-10 Remember the former things long past, for I am God, and there is no one like me, declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times things which have not been done, saying “My purpose will be established, and I will accomplish all My good pleasure.”
Acts 5:39 But if it is from God, you will not be able to stop them. You may even find yourselves fighting against God.”
Psalm 33:11 The counsel of the Lord stands forever, the plans of His heart from generation to generation.
Proverbs 19:21 Many plans are in a man’s heart, but the counsel of the Lord will stand.
By now, it was all supposed to be over with wasn’t it?
By now, people were supposed to have forgotten all about Dzhokhar Tsarnaev.
By now, he was supposed to be dead, if you are honest with yourself.
By now, you expected to be sleeping better.
By now, the nightmares should have stopped.
By now, the guilt should have subsided.
By now, the money should have made you happy.
By now, you should be able to look at yourself in the mirror without that awful feeling you’ve come to know so well.
By now, your spouse, your therapist, your priest, your boss, your best friend, your colleague should have been able to say something, anything, to make you feel better.
By now, you should have been able to get his face and the memory of what happened that night at the boat out of your head.
By now, you should be able to believe it when you tell yourself he really was guilty.
By now, those crazy Jahar supporters should have accepted his fate and moved on.
By now, that woman should have run out of things to blog about.
By now, people should have accepted the fact that you just don’t want to talk about it anymore.
By now, you should be able to walk down the street without someone saying something to remind you of what you helped do to Dzhokhar.
But it’s not going away is it? And I have bad news for you – it’s not going to. For one thing, I am going to keep writing until the wrong done to Dzhokhar is undone…
Whether or not you continue to read my blog, your other problems will not stop until you admit your part in this terrible crime against Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, seek God’s forgiveness and ask Him what you need to do to make it right. Only then will you have peace.
And isn’t peace the one thing you would give anything for right now?
Left Behind is a series of 16 books by Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins. Fictional characters experience the end times events foretold in Revelation, the last book of the Bible. It is a masterful and gripping story of the apocalyptic events that will precede the end of the world and the return of Jesus Christ.
I just finished re-reading the last book in the Left Behind series titled “Kingdom Come – The Final Victory.” One of my favorite scenes describes that final battle between the forces of good and evil. It follows.
The earth teemed with billions of people, and the end of the Millennium was vastly different from the beginning. That was no surprise to Rayford, who kept up with the news, often sitting before the television with Chaim Rosenzweig. “We don’t have one trained soldier,” he said. “And we don’t need one. Not a hair on the head of a believer will be harmed by the biggest fighting force the world has ever seen.”
Daily for the past three years, the news had abounded with stories of millions of adherents to the Other Light, growing bolder by the minute. Their printing presses and electronically transmitted messages blanketed the globe, recruiting new members, amassing a weapons stockpile and training a fighting force a thousand times bigger than had been aggregated for the Battle of Armageddon a millennium before.
Rayford was amazed that God allowed such a brazen, wanton act of defiance on the parts of so many as they symbolically thumbed their noses at Jesus and the earthly rulers He had chosen from the ages. Even in Israel, tanks rumbled through the streets, uniformed soldiers marched, and missiles and rockets were paraded before the faithful.
Television broadcasts from around the world showed the same and worse – what seemed like entire people groups dressed in the all-black uniform of the fighting forces of the Other Light. Of course they were all younger than one hundred and thus relegated to the status of children – rebellious, articulate, passionate, defiant, furious children. But they were also brilliant and had written songs and poems and speeches anticipating the day their leader, the Other Light personified, would be – in their words – “foolishly released” by his captor.
“The so-called God Almighty will rue the day He returns to us our leader, for it will mean the greatest comeback, the most decisive defeat, the most gargantuan victory of any foe over another in the history of mankind.”
Warships, tanks, personnel carriers, bombs, rockets, launchers, and all manner of battle paraphernalia from tents to food and medical supplies had been arriving at Holy Land ports daily for months, vast encampments growing around the entire expanded city of Jerusalem.
Rayford was stunned that even many of the faithful were outraged and terrified by this. Oh, it was awful, terrible and disconcerting to see the plains filled with warriors and their tools of war. But the only reason the government allowed it was because they knew – as did Rayford and his friends – the schemes of the marauding invaders were futile.
“All this time, Rayford,” Chaim said, his voice weak. “All this waiting. And the prophecies are clear that this will be entirely anticlimactic. Think of the irony of that.”
Rayford remembered when the airwaves had been full of praises to the Lord Christ, who ruled the earth from His throne. Now it was as if people on both sides of the conflict had forgotten that He was still there, still sovereign, still destined to triumph. Debates, speeches, charges and countercharges filled the airwaves now.
And the enemy continued to arrive. Every nation on earth sent fighting forces. And while many believers fled the Holy Land, others vowed to fight the Other Light to the death. The only question on the final day was the timing of God’s release of His archenemy of the ages.
That became obvious soon enough when the countless followers of the Other Light announced that their centuries-long project to manufacture weaponry unlike anything that had ever been seen on earth had resulted in all that could be seen, blotting out much of the landscape of Israel and surrounding the City of David.
For a thousand years there had been no wars or rumors of wars, no nation rising against nation; now TOL had emerged with a highly organized, trained, precision-tuned army of hundreds of millions. It finally became obvious that God had released Satan, according to the Scriptures, when the warriors from all over the world “whose number is as the sand of the sea,” were finally in place, gathered for battle.
For months they had been arriving, first in small groups and finally in great battalions, carefully following orders and surrounding “the camp of the saints and the beloved city.”
As the entire world looked on – many by television, many from what they hoped were safe distances – the colossal fighting force suddenly came alive with a buzz of anticipation. Clearly Satan had been released and was in their midst, preparing to show himself and lead them. The cosmic battle of the ages between the forces of good and evil, light and darkness, life and death, was about to commence.
Rayford and his friends gathered on the veranda of Cameron’s estate, where they were allowed to see this all unfold. And Rayford knew it was only by the supernatural grace of God that his thousand-plus-year-old eyes were able to see every detail. It was as if God Himself was revealing everything to the theater of Rayford’s mind.
The millions-strong enemy created a cacophony of rumbling and jangling, sending dust billowing as far as the eye could see. And suddenly rising from within those masses and marching to the fore came Satan himself, as a shining light, a gleaming sword raised high.
“And now,” he shouted, somehow able to be heard for miles, “I come to claim what has been rightfully mine since the dawn of time: the very throne of God!”
As Satan advanced toward the temple, the noise of his endless troops drowning out the sounds of nature, God Himself seemed to allow Rayford to stand taller than he had in centuries. It was as if he were a young man again, and he longed to join his Savior on the front lines. He was aware that his friends also stood tall beside him, eager, anticipating, knowing the side of the righteous would prevail.
Despite all the attacks of the evil one throughout the eons of time, his efforts were doomed to an ill end. And as Rayford Steele and his compatriots looked on – all of them sinners redeemed by the blood of the Lamb who sat on the throne – Jesus rose to face His challenger for one last time.
The Alpha and Omega, the King of kings, the Lord of lords, the Lion of Judah, the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, the Prince of Peace, the Rock, the Savior, the Christ stood in the courtyard of His temple.
Satan, silenced for a thousand years, shrieked, “Charge!”
Jesus responded quietly, “I AM WHO I AM.”
And with that, the clouds rolled back and the heavens opened, and orange and yellow and red mountains of white-hot, roiling flames burst forth. Satan’s entire throng – men, women, weapons, everything – was vaporized in an instant, leaving around the holy mountain a ring of ash that soon wafted away in the breeze…
Ah, yes, the futility of fighting against that which God has purposed, the absolute insanity of trying to destroy what God intends to preserve…
The scene above may be fictional though it is based on actual future events. But before any of them transpire, another battle will take place in a courtroom somewhere. A young man, a type of David, will once more meet a giant called Goliath.
And just like in that future battle, we already know who wins this one.
Dust in the Wind
I close my eyes, only for a moment,
And the moment’s gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind…
All they are is dust in the wind…
Same old song,
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind…
All we are is dust in the wind…
Now don’t hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won’t another minute buy
Dust in the wind…
All we are is dust in the wind…
Dust in the wind…
Everything is dust in the wind…
Now therefore, O kings, show discernment; take warning, O judges of the earth. Worship the Lord with reverence and rejoice with trembling. Do homage to the Son that He not become angry and you perish in the way. For His wrath may soon be kindled. How blessed are all who take refuge in Him! Psalm 2:10-12