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Works of Their Hands
Chapter Eight
Works of Their Hands
And the rest of the men which were not killed by these plagues yet repented not of the works of their hands, that they should not worship devils, and idols of gold, and silver, and brass, and stone, and wood…
At this point…during the sixth trumpet…much of one-third of creation, and one-third of mankind, have been destroyed. Yet even in his indignation, my Lord’s ear scans the earth for a repentant heart…though he finds none.
Instead, he finds a planet worshipping devils. Spirits, who have seamlessly infected the spirits of men. He finds a world…despite the rising smoke of unprecedented judgment…worshipping gold and silver and brass. The love of money. But more; the lordship of money, and men’s enslavement to it. He finds his children worshipping stone and wood. Our houses of excess. How many the family, who spend all time and energy chasing more money, for finer houses and trimmings and toys. Pushing non-stop for fifty years, for a very brief retirement before we die.
Any who’ve walked this path for a ways, have attended a funeral. And are not all preached to heaven, based on general goodness of character? Though lacking any scriptural basis , still it is the fantasy of choice…loved ones warmly watching and doting over our lives from above, nestled in the arms of Jesus. And no amount of truth or fact, will cure this aberration.
Based on our location…the closing days of the sixth thousand years…we should look for this unrepentant world in our own day. We should apply this scripture to our generation…for truly to us, was it written. That men of God…in our time of little strength…might rise up and unmask the devils on our landscape. Pull back the curtain on our idols of gold. Expose the stone and wood that we worship.
How desperately our world needs the true gospel of Jesus Christ. For without the baptism of the Holy Ghost…the born again experience…one is not yet even in the race. Still side-lined. Interested in the race…perhaps even cheering the runners…but not yet a runner themselves.
Without the Holy Ghost, one cannot see the spiritual realities happening before our very eyes. Cannot see the gauntlet of spiritual war zones that the born again runner hazards. Cannot see the devils, behind the faces of men today.
And as you survey the landscape; all of these unrepentant works are seen by my Lord, as one thing. The wood, the stone, the brass, the silver, the gold…and yes, even the devils…are all called:
The works of their hands
The works of our hands today are not only astounding, they are unprecedented. Consider where the world was a short two-hundred years ago. That is how all of life on earth…perhaps over 95% of humanity, across 5,800 years, at the great white throne judgment…lived their lives. We are a streaking…and recent…exception, to life on earth.
When covered wagons were the only SUV’s on dirt paths, my Lord foresaw this jet-set generation. While prophets still traveled by donkey, he knew that this late generation would be swallowed up, by deeper and deeper knowledge…both in the universe, and the atom.
But thou, O’ Daniel, shut up the words, and seal the book, even to the time of the end: many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased.
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