{"id":591,"date":"2009-01-09T18:00:20","date_gmt":"2009-01-09T23:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.irawagler.com\/?p=591"},"modified":"2009-01-09T22:25:59","modified_gmt":"2009-01-10T03:25:59","slug":"the-false-prophets-song","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.irawagler.com\/?p=591","title":{"rendered":"The (False) Prophet’s Song…."},"content":{"rendered":"

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Oh, oh people of the earth
\nListen to the warning.
\nThe Seer he said
\nBeware the storm that gathers here.
\nListen to the wise man.<\/p>\n

Queen, lyrics: The Prophet\u2019s Song
\n____________________________<\/p>\n

I saw him coming, as he yanked open the door and strode toward the counter at me. A tall imposing figure. Dressed in raggedy jeans and checkered red flannel shirt, his long hair flowing around his face and down his back. Full length stringy graying beard. He wasn\u2019t dirty. Just ragged. I furtively glanced around to see if someone else could take care of him. Nope. I was on the front line, in his sights, the guy who would have to deal with him. <\/p>\n

He approached the counter and greeted me, peering at me through bushy eyebrows. He needed a couple of items to finish up a project at his shop. I wrote up the invoice. Took his money. Returned his change. Now if I could only shuffle him on out to the warehouse for his stuff. But no. <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do those graphics on your hoodie represent?\u201d he asked conversationally. <\/p>\n

I groaned inside. Oh, boy. Here we go. Nothing I could do to stop it. <\/p>\n

\u201cHave no idea. Some Coat of Arms, I guess.\u201d I mumbled. \u201cI just picked it up off the clearance rack. Got it for next to nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm.\u201d Conspiratorially, now. \u201cMaybe you should check it out.\u201d <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, yes,\u201d I was desperate. \u201cNow if you head out that door to the warehouse, the guys will get your stuff.\u201d <\/p>\n

But it was no use. He had me trapped and was not about to be denied. Just getting warmed up, in fact. He leaned up against the counter and settled in. The words erupted from him like a torrent of wind. A lead-in question or two first. Without waiting for the answer, which wasn\u2019t forthcoming anyway, he launched. A mishmash of scripture and interpretation. Whore of Babylon. Revelations. Book of Daniel. Obama. Sarah Palin. The numerological equivalents of their names. Abraham\u2019s second wife, Katurah. A jumble of numbers, facts, all tied together. End times. Coming soon. America. Cursed. America will fall. The world will end in blood and fire.<\/p>\n

I bit my tongue until I just couldn\u2019t take it anymore. Bristled a little. <\/p>\n

\u201cSeems to me,\u201d I finally interrupted the flowing torrent of words, \u201cthat it\u2019s a little arrogant to assume that biblical prophecies apply specifically to our time and our country. That stuff was written thousands of years ago. The world could be here for thousands more. Civilizations rise and fall, always have. If this one falls, as it surely will some day, why is that the end of the world?\u201d<\/p>\n

My words whooshed over his head, it was like I\u2019d never spoken. He blinked his bushy brows, mildly startled at my blatant blasphemy, then decided to ignore it. On and on he rambled, spewing ever more esoteric and obscure facts and connections. Until I finally stepped from behind the counter, opened the warehouse door, firmly escorted him in the general direction he needed to go, and shooshed him out. Last I saw, he was assaulting one of my poor warehouse guys, waving his arms, the great stream of words flowing uninterrupted. <\/p>\n

And I never did get to hear his interpretation of the graphics on my hoodie. Just as well, I suppose. No doubt it would have been something sinister pertaining to these deceiving times.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know his name. He\u2019s the local prophet. Or wacko. Take your pick. A kindly enough man. A sincere Christian, I have no doubt. But boy, does he ever wear out his welcome. Wherever he goes. Because that\u2019s all he can talk about, his vast and complex interpretations of biblical prophecies. Everything else is just a prelude. He exists in another dimension. It\u2019s weird. And gets old fast. <\/p>\n

Some guys, when you talk to them, exude energy. Not him. He drains it from you. You get exhausted just listening to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cProphets\u201d like him exist in about every local community. And they all sing the same old song. Different verses, same tune. Not quite hermits, they periodically emerge to spout their wild-eyed declarations of gloom and destruction. All of it just ahead, just around the next bend, coming in the next year. For sure in the next five.<\/p>\n

Overall, I have no problem with such prophets, except when they assault and entrap me and won\u2019t leave me alone. They\u2019re free to believe what they want. And it doesn\u2019t hurt us to hear the stuff they say. Might make us think a little more somberly, instead of blithely going about our business as usual. <\/p>\n

But I\u2019m extremely suspicious of all modern day prophets, from the local loon to \u201cprophecy scholars,\u201d who crank out another volume about end time events with each new Middle Eastern crisis. Somehow they all think they\u2019ve got a handle on future events. They don\u2019t. And never have. Same goes for end time preachers. Some are decent guys, just misled. The worst are knaves. Charlatans. And in their blind determination to connect biblical prophecy to the importance of their own times, they\u2019ve done a tremendous amount of damage over the years. <\/p>\n

Since the first century, soon after Christ imparted His final words to the apostles, people have fervently longed for His return. Every century since then, groups have emerged, their leaders proclaiming the imminent end. They\u2019ve banded together, assembled on mountain tops, sold or given away all their goods in a frenzy of faith and anticipation. <\/p>\n

All were wrong. Fools, really. Led by false shepherds, they were desperate flocks, living in hard desperate times, hungry for a better afterlife. They reached the afterlife soon enough, just not as they\u2019d planned. The world still stands. In my opinion, it will stand for many, many more centuries. Millennia, even. One day I will die. And that will be the \u201cend of the world\u201d for me. As it was for them when they died.<\/p>\n

Sadly, the frenzied proclamations of Christ’s imminent return have not diminished much over the years. Such preaching is quite prevalent in Christian circles, especially conservatives. At Bob Jones University, where I attended for two years in the early 1990s, it was quite common to hear bombastic sermons on how Christ would return soon, perhaps that very day yet. The last great hyped expectation that failed was “Eighty-Eight Reasons Christ will Return in 1988.” Twenty-one years ago. Some sold or gave away all they owned. Eagerly waited. Of course, 1988 came and went. And we all know what happened. Nothing. Not much has changed from centuries ago, when crowds assembled on the mountain tops. <\/p>\n

You’d think we’d learn. Not to be so gullible. But we don’t. We run hither and yon like children, itching to have our ears tickled with the latest fashionable end-time dooms-day scenarios. And with the meteoric rise of every new charismatic leader, we hear whispers, “Could he be the Anti-Christ? Will this trigger the Rapture?” Those whispers are rampant about Obama right now. <\/p>\n

It’s silliness, is what it is. And it hurts the true cause of Christ.<\/p>\n

To those who consider my viewpoint blasphemous, one basic scriptural foundation. Among many. Not that it will make much difference. Or change many minds. I don\u2019t want to get entangled in theological mud slinging. But in His Word, God promised to those who kept His commandments a blessing to a thousand generations. That\u2019s forty thousand years. Was God joking? Didn\u2019t He mean what He said, what He promised?<\/p>\n

But that\u2019s just my opinion. I won\u2019t pour any concrete around it. In the meantime, I don\u2019t plan to fret excessively about it. If I\u2019m wrong, I\u2019m wrong. <\/p>\n

I\u2019m not saying we can\u2019t know many things by seeing. And making rational deductions. I believe that in the next few years, this country and the world will endure social and economic upheaval unlike anything ever seen by anyone alive. Including those who lived through the Great Depression and WWII. I don\u2019t know this will happen, but I believe it to be true, from my own analysis of current events. But if it does come to pass, that doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s the end of the world. <\/p>\n

And I know that a country that murders four million unborn children each year will be judged. And eventually come to destruction. The blood of innocents cries from the earth as piercingly today as it did in Cain\u2019s time. The Lord will hold us collectively to account. I don\u2019t know how. And I don\u2019t know when. But it will happen. And it doesn\u2019t take a prophet to know that. <\/p>\n

But when inevitable judgment comes, that doesn\u2019t mean it\u2019s the end of the world. <\/p>\n

Seems to me that we should stop being so freaked out about “end times” and concentrate instead on the long-term advancement of Christ’s kingdom.<\/p>\n

So the next time you hear someone expound on the end times and the ascent of some fresh new Anti-Christ, whether it\u2019s the local loony \u201cprophet\u201d or some respected end times preacher, receive their words through a filter of healthy skepticism. Don’t believe what they say, just because they’re saying it. If we judged them all as the biblical prophets were judged, they would need to be one hundred percent accurate. One hundred percent. Anything less would expose them for what they really may be. <\/p>\n

False prophets.
\n______________________________________________________<\/p>\n

I\u2019d gained a few pounds over the holidays. That much I knew. But I was shocked when I finally got my nerve up and stepped on the scales last Saturday at the gym. Two hundred eleven pounds. Shocking. Haven\u2019t weighed 211 since, well since I weighed that much back when I was shedding the pounds three years ago. <\/p>\n

So this week, it\u2019s crunch time. I got serious. No more \u201choliday\u201d excuses. No more jolly times. Hit the gym as often as possible. Grimly. Only one cookie for breakfast, not two. Small salad for lunch. Sensible supper and NO dessert. And no more ice cream. <\/p>\n

The New Yorker, which I mentioned a few weeks back, hasn\u2019t given up on me yet. The Urgent mailed reminders diminished to a trickle. Ah, I figured, finally got rid of them. But then one night last week, a desperate phone call from an 800 number. I usually don\u2019t answer, but irritated, I decided to see who it was so I could tell them off. The young gentleman never got to spin his spiel, because as soon as I heard \u201cNew Yorker,\u201d I firmly told him I\u2019m not interested and to stop calling me immediately. Hopefully that does it. We\u2019ll see. <\/p>\n

In politics, Minnesota has now joined the ranks of the third world Banana Republics. The despicable Al Franken has stolen the Senate seat. They kept recounting until he had the votes, then immediately certified the results. Like I called it back in November after the election. It wasn\u2019t a prophecy. Just a keen knowledge of the corrupt nature of the Democratic Party. Win at all costs, voters be (bleeped). And so it was written, and so it is. <\/p>\n

That such a reprehensible shred of human debris could actually steal a Senate seat and get away with it is deeply troubling. Nothing good will ever come of it. If you live in Minnesota, get out. <\/p>\n

In football, the Iowa Hawkeyes remain the only Big Ten team to have won their Bowl game. Ohio State put up a pretty valiant effort against Texas on Monday night, but allowed a touchdown in the last 16 seconds, to lose again. At least they can hold their heads high. It wasn\u2019t a blowout like it\u2019s been the last two years. And yes, I was rooting for them. Like I never would for Penn State. <\/p>\n

Congratulations to the Florida Gators for defeating Oklahoma for the national championship last night. <\/p>\n

Post season continues in the Pros. The thug Eagles demolished Minnesota like I figured. But Arizona pulled off a win, surprisingly. It\u2019ll be an interesting weekend. My predictions to win, and no these are not prophecies: The Giants over the Eagles, Baltimore over Tennessee, the Steelers over the Chargers and Carolina over Arizona. <\/p>\n

If the Eagles beat the Giants, and they have a very good shot, they will be serious contenders for the Super Bowl. Five years ago, I bet a co-worker a fairly tidy little sum that Donavan McNabb would NEVER win a Super Bowl. Another Eagles win, and it\u2019s going to be nail-biting time for me. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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