Behold, I shew you a mystery; we shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. – I Corinthians 15:51-52
At Christmas we celebrate the inauguration of that twinkling of an eye, in which we shall all be changed, and raised again in bodies incorruptible. Under the aspect of eternity, the entire history of our cosmos from beginning to end is but the twinkling of an eye. Our world reached her climax 2,000 years ago; this now is just the mopping up operation. It is messy enough, to be sure. But the war is over, and the good guys won.
The eschaton is already under way then, thanks be to God. The acceptable year is this year; is every year, from the foundation of the world. The bridegroom approaches the threshing floor of our poor dear planet, with his two edged sword that divides asunder soul and spirit, joint and marrow, and that discerns the hearts of men; and with his winnowing fork, to thresh the wheat from the chaff.
Let us then pray that the Lord remember us, now that he has come into his kingdom.
Sleepers, wake! Keep your wicks trimmed, brothers and sisters. Christmas is come; the Morning Star is dawning. On together into the muck of the Last Battle we shall fight.
A merry Christmas to you and yours, and to those of the whole extended Orthosphere family. God bless you!
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