Sunday, May 10, 2026

Running Out of Time

The Gate of Heaven

There is a quiet ticking beneath the skin of the world.

Not loud like thunder,
not sharp like sorrow—
but steady…
like a clock Heaven alone can hear.

We say, there is still time.
But scripture whispers otherwise.

Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.
— 2 Corinthians 6:2 (KJV)


The Weight of a Single Choice

What if the soul leans on a moment?
What if eternity bends
on a single yes…
or a quiet turning away?

The Bible does not paint salvation as accidental.

Enter ye in at the strait gate… because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.
— Matthew 7:13–14

This is not a path wandered into—
it is chosen.

Not with perfect hands,
but with a willing heart.

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved…
— Acts 16:31


Why Does It Feel Like Time Is Running Out?

The last days began long ago.

God… hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son…
— Hebrews 1:1–2

And yet—
there is a stirring now,
a trembling of branches before the wind arrives.

Because time is not measured as we measure it.

But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years…
— 2 Peter 3:8

And still—
the warning remains:

For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night.
— 1 Thessalonians 5:2

Not announced.
Not delayed for readiness.
But sudden.


Israel: A Nation Born in a Breath

Scripture spoke what once seemed impossible:

Shall a nation be born at once? for as soon as Zion travailed, she brought forth her children.
— Isaiah 66:8

And history answered.

A people scattered…
called home.

I will take you from among the heathen… and bring you into your own land.
— Ezekiel 36:24

Like seeds long buried
rising at once through dry ground.


As It Was in the Days of Noah

Before the flood—
there was no thunder.

Just living.
Eating.
Building.
Laughing.

For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage… and knew not until the flood came…
— Matthew 24:38–39

Not wickedness alone—
but unawareness.

A world asleep
while judgment stood at the door.

And today?

We scroll.
We plan.
We delay the question of the soul.

And the rain clouds gather quietly.


How Then Shall We Choose?

Do we read scripture like a checklist—
or like a lifeline?

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
— Psalm 119:105

The Bible does not call for perfection—
but repentance.

Repent ye therefore, and be converted, that your sins may be blotted out…
— Acts 3:19

A turning.
A soft surrender.
A decision not to wait for tomorrow.


The Gentle Urgency

God is not rushing you in panic—
but calling you in love.

The Lord is… not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.
— 2 Peter 3:9

Still…
the door will not remain open forever.

And they that were ready went in… and the door was shut.
— Matthew 25:10


Final Whisper

Time is not your enemy—
but it is not yours to hold.

The choice is not meant to crush you,
but to awaken you.

Because Heaven is not earned in fear—
it is entered through faith.

And today…

is still called today.

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A Whim to Write
On the art of starting again

I have a whim to write so write I will.
Can’t believe I am being this still.

I type and I type to no avail.
I can’t believe it, so I guess I will.

What says the key — can it really be
an a or a y? I really can’t say why.

I have a whim to write, so write I will.
When night time comes, I pick up my quill.

Some say I’m lazy and others say naught.
When I sit here and write, I’m not such a snot.

I love the sound of the keys that clank,
or the pen that strikes as I sit down to write.

Well here we go again, picking up where we left off —
not quite sure what to write, but at least it’s a start.

Good night my protagonist.
It was good to see you again.
I’ll finish your scene without you letting out a scream.

The days are long and the nights too short.
I’ll finish your story sometime in the morning.

With coffee brewed and in the mood,
I’ll pick up where we left off,
and again we will start.

— Written in 2015

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