Signs

 When you begin to look at the world through the prism of the prophetic, you connect dots you otherwise would not have. It’s downright jarring to read some abstract news article about something seemingly unconnected, then you remember something Jesus said about the last days, and your jaw drops to the floor.

Granted, the other side of the coin is that some people see conspiracies everywhere they turn, from the cashier at the local grocery store to the three-year-old in the stroller. The way she was picking her nose seemed like a Masonic sign for sure. She touched her thumb and forefinger together. Eunice, don’t tell me what I saw or didn’t see.

I can’t even enjoy the simple pleasure of rolling a boogie after a fresh pick in public anymore because I risk being accused of being in league with the dark side. I know, gross, but you all do it. I’m just dumb enough to admit to it.

Not everything is a conspiracy, and not everything is the secret works of the Illuminati, the Bilderbergs, the Masons, the elite, or the new world order, but some things are. There’s a fine line between believing everything and discounting everything.

It has been reported that after helping to engineer a shot that will kill you now or later, an intrepid billionaire with a penchant for population control will turn his gaze upon that which indoctrinated youths the world over fear the most; climate change! At least, that’s the accepted title nowadays. We went from global warming to global cooling to climate change, and before you know it, we’ll have to fight climate stability. Everything’s just too stable! We need to invent a crisis in order to siphon people’s hard-earned money for a seemingly noble cause.

If anyone can solve the puzzle, if anyone can unlock the riddle, indeed, if anyone can heal the world and make it a better place, it would be the man that couldn’t work the bugs out of the Microsoft operating system lo’ these many years later.

Maybe he got bored. Perhaps he got carpel tunnel. Maybe he figured that if all the bugs got worked out of the system, people would be less likely to pay for the upgrades every few years. I honestly don’t know how often it comes out. I’m still rockin’ Windows 7 on one of my laptops. All I use it for is typing, and that does not require bells or whistles. Granted, I had to get external Wi-Fi for it when I wanted to check my e-mails, and the sound doesn’t work so well, but I am a man set in my ways, an old dog who finds the banality of new tricks insulting.

Allow me to preface the lunacy of the idea this man hatched up by saying that if anyone not an eccentric billionaire with a god complex had come up with it, they would likely be in a padded cell eating pudding with their fingers from a plastic cup. That about sums it up.

Anyway, I was perusing a copy of Popular Mechanics one day, not because I am so scholarly but because I refuse to rifle through the Enquirer in the checkout line when the header Bill Gates Is Thinking About Dimming the Sun leaped out at me. In a nutshell, he wants to spray dust into the atmosphere to offset the effects of global warming by blocking out the sun.

My first thought was that the octogenarian raisins on South Beach might have a bone to pick with the idea but try as I might to brush it off or make light of it, something gnawed at me. It didn’t click at first, but as I was driving home from the store, it all came into focus.

Matthew 24:29, “Immediately after the tribulation of those days the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken.”

The problem with men playing god is that they’re still men playing at being a god. There is nothing more dangerous walking the earth today than men with supposed good intentions that think themselves infallible, with the resources to carry out whatever hair-brained scheme they concoct. You’d think he would be, but Herr Gates is not alone in wanting to save the planet at the cost of killing off a few billion people. In fact, it would likely shock you to know how many people shared his dystopian vision.

There’s one going around just this past week saying that they’re ready to implant chips into people’s brains. Great. Super. Come to think of it, it’s all I’ve really wanted as a birthday gift, some nutter cracking my skull open and fusing a chip into my brain stem—either that or an espresso machine with a built-in milk frother. I still haven’t decided. 

The funny thing is that none of these people include themselves or their immediate families among the numbers that must be culled in order to save the pink fairy armadillo or the chicken turtle. It’s always someone else’s grandparents or kids that must be sacrificed for the good of the fried egg jellyfish. Yes, those are real animals. If Adam did name these ones, it was likely toward the latter end when he got bored.

Is this scheme the thing that will eventually bring to pass the darkening of the sun and moon? I couldn’t tell you, maybe it’ll be the nuclear war, but I can tell you that many things the Bible says about the last days were impossible to pull off as little as a hundred years ago.

Imagine never having seen a car, an airplane, a television, a syringe, a gun, a drone, an explosion, a satellite, a helicopter, a cell phone, or a computer, yet still trying to put what you were seeing into words two thousand years ago.

That the prophets of old were trying to work out how to describe the things they saw thousands of years before they existed is a testament to their faithfulness. Even though they could not presently understand how some of the things they saw might occur, they were faithful in transcribing them. If anything, it lends credibility to their prophecies and confirms their supernatural origins.

God doesn’t lie. For some, that is a comfort and a relief; for others, it is a waking nightmare and an ongoing reminder of where they will spend eternity.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.