By Patrick Hawthorne
Through haze colored glasses, we peer at a world that is seemingly spinning out of control. We suppose we are seeing with great clarity the tragedy unfolding around us, but are we really? Could it be that our glasses, like blinders on a horse, steal our vision forcing us to look upon only that which is before us?
Has not the hand of God suspended the movements of all great empires that ruled before us? Has He not set the boundaries of their dwellings as he set the boundaries to the tides of the oceans? Where are you, O’ great empires of Egypt, Assyria, Babylon, Persia, Greece and Rome? How is it that we look upon your ruins, you mighty kingdoms?
With great boasts, man raises his fist to God. “You cannot withhold my hand,” they rage. “I will go where I please, do what I want, and no man, beast, nor God can stop me.” Where are you Hitler? Where are you Stalin?
He who sits in heaven laughs at their folly. Their time is preappointed; their boundaries mapped out. He who sits in the heavens has issued the decree. “I, the Lord have made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and have determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek Me, in the hope that they might grope for Me and find Me, though I am not far from each one of them…”
Take comfort my friends, for the reign of terror by ISIS is too for an appointed time. Their boundaries have been set and they cannot and will not move beyond what God will allow. Watch, wait, and listen. Millions are groping their way towards God and He will not be denied.
And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings, so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us;