It wasn’t that Jonah went out of Nineveh, found some shade, and waited to see what would happen to the city that was improper; it was getting angry at not seeing the destruction commence. Enough people are vying to be the next Marv Albert of end-time prophecy, so much so that my throwing my hat in the ring would seem pointless. Doubly so when I never wanted the job in the first place.
We have come to that point in the unfolding of end-time events
where all we can do is wait, watch and pray. Those so inclined are still doing
the play-by-play, announcing every war, rumor of war, plague, or pestilence
breathlessly, and that’s their prerogative.
Rebellion comes with a price, and the bill’s coming due. That
encapsulates what we are witnessing in real-time, but it’s not exciting or
prophetic enough. It’s hard to monetize a one-liner like that, so you need
filler; lots of it. When there’s nothing real or confirmed to pass along, there
are always the often rinsed and repeated conspiracy theories of conspiracy
theories to fill the time with, and when those are worn thin, we start playing
the what-if game.
Some of you have reached out wondering what I have been up
to, and I wish I could tell you it’s been something exciting and world-changing.
I wish I could throw in pompous words like breaking the mold, or never before,
but in truth, what I’ve been up to is unimpressively pedestrian.
In between watching and waiting, I’ve been cleaning out my
basement and garage and hoping to see a ray of sunshine peeking through the
clouds during what has been a gloomy spring.
Sure I could come up with a word salad every other morning while
sipping my coffee, but life’s too short to say something just for the sake of
saying something. We are a nation adrift. We are a people so thoroughly
depraved that the thought of not being able to murder an unborn baby at will
and just because is making almost half the country apoplectic.
Our morals and convictions are situational at best, and our
cowardice is such that we would look upon Lot in Sodom as he offered up his
daughter and call him brave.
You don’t need a prophecy to know that judgment is not only
well deserved but a foregone conclusion. You don’t need me pointing out the
festering boils and the rot, the maggots, and the decay; you see it, smell it,
choke on the nausea it produces in your throat.
If we are being honest, many of you want assurance that I can’t
give without becoming a liar. I can’t bring myself to say it will be all right
because it’s not. You know it, and I know it, and me saying it would not alter
the reality of where we are one iota.
So, rather than cause you undue stress and heart palpitations, like Jonah, I’ve been watching and waiting. Unlike Jonah, however, if God so chooses to relent, I will not be angry or petulant. However, before you start reaching for that particular olive branch, ask yourself if America will do what Nineveh did.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea, Jr.
