I suppose every generation wonders — is this the final age? Will we be the fortunate people who actually hear the trumpet sound, see the sky split open, transport to another realm?
Maybe it’s common for people my age — with children raised, careers winding down, youthfulness fading — to spend time considering eternity.
Perhaps in every century, believers have observed signs of a world “groaning as in the pains of childbirth”, waiting for its deliverance.
I just know that since meeting every Wednesday this fall with fifty beautiful women and studying Heaven in depth, I can’t stop thinking about it. Heaven has become near and dear — a real place, a true home.
I don’t know the time or date,
but I do feel a stirring in the world and in my heart.
“The world is sleeping in the dark that the church just can’t fight
‘Cause it’s asleep in the light.
How can you be so dead, when you’ve been so well fed?
Jesus rose from the grave and you, you can’t even get out of bed.
Jesus rose from the dead, come on, get out of your bed!”