This isn’t evolution.
A lamb with hollow red eyes, fangs, and a deathly bark is no reason to rejoice. It would appear as though a vampire got into the sheep gate, and now being rabid is confused as radical.
This isn’t a revolution.
It lacks an ethos. It’s just a reaction. Revolutionists are not reactionist; they are futurists. They see past the darkness of the tunnel and communicate with clarity, a world filled with a contrasting reality.
This isn’t the tribulation.
A divinely organized crescendo of chaos. It is just the effect of a botched symphony. A headless chicken, running around the farmyard. A harvest of unrighteousness and unrest. A subsonic scream from all of creation, “Where are the peacemakers?”
This isn’t evolution, revolution, or the tribulation.
This is an invitation back to Genesis.
Back to the future, the days of the new.
It has begun. The beginning. The awakening of the sons of God. The response to the groaning. The ministry to the fracturing. The reweaving of the torn garments. The remembering of eternity past. The hovering in the darkness. The separation of night and day. The magic from the clay. The return to God, the I AM, whose hands are covered in dust. Can you hear the declaration, “Eden is now open. Gardeners are essential.” Now take this beauty and expand it. Take this Earth and govern it. Take these ashes and paint.
No, this is not the end; this is the beginning.
Welcome back to the days of Noah.