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🛡️Safety Call! – KT OLLA

Running into a rock?

The times are testing everywhere in the world. Outdoor is the heat of violence and crime; indoors are the worst cases of lack or need.

Everything seemed like the end is here, when most people are just starting to live.

But whether it is the beginning of the end, or nothing like it at all… well, all of us just wants to survive. We mean, really survive.

Like running into a rock till the heat of God’s sun passes. For this too shall pass, we know.

But then, a question sometimes bothers us – particularly at this time. And it is this one thing that we often ask:

“Isn’t there something we can do to escape these harsh realities? Isn’t there something we can do at the very least?”

The whole world had stayed home at a time, till we were all tired of hiding. But home stopped proving to be a good shelter those times. In fact, plagues opened locked doors and stole away our dear ones.

We had thereafter fled outside, running from those things that plagued our earth. We hid in rocks; yes, we buried ourselves in the caves of work.

But jobs are too weak to rescue man, you know. Particularly from the hands of an angry God. So many folks crashed back inside to deal with the loss of it. And we the rest of them hungered and perished.

Our dear friend, maybe it is high time we asked the right questions. Instead of perambulating, when we knew what we all did to bring these things upon us. It is better we told ourselves the truth, the God-level truth.

Oh, we have concentrated on planting trees to stall a quickly dying world. We have hoped that the shades of the dying trees could spare us, at least. We have vaccinated ourselves and trusted in the biosciences to rescue us. To rescue the fires they never started.

Everything we do – every stumping and burning, while we leave the root of our sins in the ground, is simply treating the symptoms, and not the disease.

Friend, God is love: but it is equally because He is, that He is dreadfully jealous. Today He is jealous over the world He made. Particularly over we the people He called His.

We have taken liberty for license. We cheat and steal; we dupe and defraud. We deceive using the name of Christ; and we, in fact, lead many more astray.

We lie, then lay with strange women. We sing, pray and yet lust like Sodom. We love the system, the worldly system. So we crave their ways, their styles and talks.

And now, we are so bold that we can mess with God! Send ourselves with callings He knows nothing about. Or blaspheme His holy name all, in the name of science.

God is angry with our fallen world who thought ourselves our own creator. But He is generous still – He will definitely pardon us, if we turn from the sins which disgusts Him, and run to Him for cover.

Then we will be safe, we and all ours. Like Noah with his whole family. Together with our nation, for our sake.

“Enter into the rock, and hide in the dust, from the terror of the LORD and the glory of His majesty. The lofty looks of man shall be humbled, the haughtiness of men bowed down, and the LORD alone shall be exalted in that day.”

—Isaiah 2:10, 11.


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