Passage
Oh, it's the Mad-Eye Moody passage. (Is it sacreligious to say that?)
Nobody knows, when the end is going to happen. Angels don't know, apostles don't know. I don't know. I would like to think it is in my lifetime, but that's probably the naively stupid part of me. It's going to be some unexpected time. That's the only thing to be sure of, and to be honest, it's not very much to go off of.
So we have to be ready--but ready for what? Revelation doesn't make sense, and even the warnings just imply a general badness. Do I need an emergency kit? Caves with supplies? Or is it just be ready in the sense of spiritually? People who think they will get serious about religion later, I suppose, aren't spiritually ready. Am I spiritually ready?
I have faith. I struggle with trust, but I have faith. And I have God--I really love God, for all of my issues right now. I yell and scream and cry (and I hoped that would stop after six weeks of lenten blogging, but no, not yet), but I love fiercely. In that regard, I am ready.
My earthquake supplies, though, are a little lacking.
I think it's more likely about the spiritual, but I should probably have earthquake supplies ready anyway. I need to have the faith so that, when everyone turns against me (well, more against me), I'm able to stand my ground. Maybe fight. Maybe antagonize. But at least stand my ground, and support that of my spiritual family. I would need to be that, and I think I am. But I can be more.
So I read. I blog. I pray. I go to church. I try. I fight and try. And that's an attempt, at least, to be ready.
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