The comet resembles a scythe aimed at humanity, a naked glistening blade that might slice off millions of heads at any moment, and not only the ones on the craned necks in Ivanie, but also city dwellers' heads, Lwow heads, Krakow heads--even royal heads. There is no doubt it is a sign of the end of the world, a harbinger of angels rolling up the whole show like a rug. The play is evidently over, armies of archangels already gathering on the horizon.
The Books of Jacob, Olga Tokarczuk
Signs and wonders.
I have an old friend who used to keep me up to speed on the latest end times/rapture/end of the world news. This time, each time, it was a sure thing. The signs and the times and the pertinent scriptures and the calendar of Jewish feasts and who knows what else were all aligned. The puzzle is solved. The end is not only near. Near has never been satisfactory. No, this time the end is here.
And yet, it wasn't.
A slight mistake had been made. A miscalculation.
No worries. The next end is soon formulated and locked in.
But I always wondered how the words of the Lord and the apostles got locked out.
A wicked and adulterous generation looks for a sign, but none will be given it except for the sign of Jonah.
...for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night.
But of that day and hour, no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, but My Father only.
And...well, and so on.
Signs in the heavens. Earthquakes in divers places. Wars and rumors of wars. People were as certain of the impending end in 1759 as they are now. And that adds up to a whole lot of predictions going wrong.
Maybe the Lord is waiting for us to understand and implement the meaning of his first coming before he bothers to come again.
And folks, that might take a good long time. Or maybe forever.
Even so, come, Lord Jesus.
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