The Board of Peace - The Day Everything Changed

A Conversation About September 29, 2025

The Moment I Saw It

I froze.

My heart stopped, then bounced, then raced—all at once. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. My pen was moving across the page almost without me, taking notes as fast as my hand would go. Every word. Every phrase. Every gesture.

President Donald J. Trump standing at the podium with Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. The words coming out of his mouth: "The Board of Peace... eternal peace in the Middle East... signed soon... everyone involved... many nations..."

This was it.

This was Daniel 9:27 playing out in real time. Live. On television. At the White House. September 29, 2025.

I'm just a regular guy. Nothing special. But by the grace of God alone—and I mean that, by grace alone—I've been watching. Reading the Word. Praying constantly with the Holy Spirit. In total surrender to King Jesus and His coming Kingdom. I'm an ambassador for Christ, a citizen of Heaven. I picked up my cross, and by His grace alone I follow Jesus, dying to self in all its forms through the washing and regeneration by the Word of God through the Holy Spirit who is transforming me from the inside out.

I have nothing to offer for my salvation except my total depravity, my dark heart, my sinful nature, and my absolute need for salvation from the only One who can give it—Jesus, the only Way, Truth, and Life, the only way to our Father and to dwell with Him for all eternity.

And today, watching that press conference, I was in total shock. I am still in shock. I'm overwhelmed with goodness and joy. I am at peace. The Harpazo has come. There is no delay. And the sons of the day will know—and we will be raptured with all the Children.

I knew I had to have this conversation.

The Coffee Shop

Three friends. All believers. Good people who love Jesus. Or at least, they think they do.

Marcus works in finance. Sarah's a teacher. David runs a small business. They go to church most Sundays. They pray. They try to be good. But they've never studied prophecy. Never looked into eschatology. Never even heard the word "Harpazo."

We sat down together, and I could barely contain myself.

"Did you guys see the press conference today?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

They looked at me blankly.

"The one with Trump and Netanyahu?" I pressed.

Sarah shrugged. "I saw something on social media. Some peace deal, right?"

"A peace deal," I repeated slowly. "Yes. But do you understand what that means?"

David chuckled. "I mean, peace is good, right? Isn't that what we're supposed to want?"

I took a deep breath and pulled out my Bible.

"Let me read you something. Daniel chapter 9, verse 27."

Marcus: The First Awakening

I read it aloud: "And he shall confirm the covenant with many for one week: and in the midst of the week he shall cause the sacrifice and the oblation to cease, and for the overspreading of abominations he shall make it desolate."

Marcus leaned forward. "What's that about?"

"This is about the final seven years before Jesus returns," I explained. "The 70th week of Daniel. Sixty-nine weeks have already been fulfilled. One week remains. And that week—those final seven years—begins when someone confirms a covenant with many."

"Many?" Marcus asked.

"Not just two parties. Many nations. And today, Trump announced a peace plan involving Israel, the United States, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, UAE, Egypt, Jordan, Turkey, Indonesia, Pakistan—he literally said they're creating an international 'Board of Peace' to oversee the establishment of a Palestinian state, the rebuilding of Gaza, the training of their government with international experts from all over the world."

Marcus blinked. "So you're saying..."

"I'm saying Trump just announced the covenant with many." My voice was steady now. "And he called it 'eternal peace in the Middle East.' Those were his exact words."

I flipped to 1 Thessalonians 5:3 and read: "For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape."

Marcus went pale. Marcus is black, and he went totally pale.

"Wait," he said slowly. "Are you telling me we're in the end times? Like, right now?"

"I'm not telling you anything except what Scripture says," I replied. "And Scripture says when they say 'peace and safety,' sudden destruction comes. Trump used the word 'eternal.' Netanyahu praised it and said it achieves all their war goals. They're waiting to sign documents. To get everyone 'in line,' as Trump said."

Marcus sat back in his chair, his coffee forgotten. Something was happening behind his eyes. The Holy Spirit was moving.

"I... I never thought about it like this," he whispered. "I always thought end times stuff was... I don't know... far away. Symbolic."

"Read your Bible," I said gently. "Not with human wisdom. Just read what it says. Let Scripture interpret Scripture. And then tell me what you see happening in the world right now."

Sarah: The Scales Falling

Sarah had been quiet, but I could see the wheels turning.

"Okay," she said carefully. "Let's say you're right. Let's say this is... that. What happens next?"

I turned to 2 Thessalonians 2. "Paul tells us. 'Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition.'"

"The Antichrist," Sarah said quietly.

"Yes. But look at what Paul says next." I read verses 6-8: "'And now ye know what withholdeth that he might be revealed in his time. For the mystery of iniquity doth already work: only he who now letteth will let, until he be taken out of the way. And then shall that Wicked be revealed.'"

"Something is holding him back," Sarah murmured.

"Someone," I corrected. "The Restrainer. And when the Restrainer is taken out of the way, then the man of sin is revealed."

"Who's the Restrainer?" David asked, finally engaged.

"Look at what Jesus said." I turned to Matthew 5:13-14. "'Ye are the salt of the earth... Ye are the light of the world.' Salt preserves. Prevents corruption. Light dispels darkness. The presence of believers—the Children of God—restrains evil in this world."

Sarah's eyes widened. "So when the believers are taken..."

"Nothing holds him back anymore," I finished.

She looked down at her hands. When she spoke again, her voice was different. Softer. More real.

"I've been going to church my whole life," she said. "But I never... I never really knew Jesus. Not like you're talking about. I said the prayer when I was a kid, but... I don't know if I ever really believed. I mean, really believed. Like, every word of the Bible. Kingdom of God. All of it."

Tears started forming in her eyes.

"Sarah," I said gently, "it's not too late. Even now, at this hour, it's not too late."

The Parable of the Last Laborers

"Let me tell you what Jesus said," I continued, turning to Matthew 20. "The parable of the workers in the vineyard. The master hired workers throughout the day—some at dawn, some at the third hour, some at noon, some at the eleventh hour. And at the end of the day, he paid them all the same wage."

"The ones hired at 5 PM got the same as the ones who worked all day?" David asked.

"Yes. And the ones who worked all day complained. But the master said, 'Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil, because I am good?'"

I looked at Sarah. "It doesn't matter if you've been seeking Jesus your whole life or if you're just now waking up. His grace is sufficient. His call is sure. Even the thief on the cross—dying, guilty, with nothing to offer—said 'Lord, remember me when thou comest into thy kingdom.' And Jesus said, 'Today shalt thou be with me in paradise.'"

Sarah was crying now, but they were good tears.

"I want that," she whispered. "I want to really know Him. Not just know about Him. I want to be ready."

"Then receive the Kingdom like a little child," I said, showing her Mark 10:15. "'Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein.'"

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"Simple faith. Pure trust. Children believe what their Father tells them. They don't question, don't analyze, don't try to make it fit their understanding. They just believe. Every word. Even the hard parts. Even the parts that don't make sense to the natural mind."

Something broke open in Sarah. I could see it—like scales falling from eyes, like light piercing darkness. The Holy Spirit was doing what only He can do.

"I believe," she said. "I believe Jesus is Lord. I believe He died for my sins. I believe He rose from the dead. I believe every word of this Book. And I want to be filled with His Spirit. I want to love His appearing."

"Then you are a Child of God," I said, grinning through my own tears. "Not by your works. Not by your goodness. By grace alone through faith. Welcome home, sister."

David and the Children

David had been processing everything silently. Finally, he spoke.

"I have a question," he said. "What about... what about actual kids? Like, my daughter. She's three years old. She doesn't understand theology. She can't make a decision for Christ yet. What happens to her?"

My heart swelled. "Read Mark 10 with me," I said.

"'And they brought young children to him, that he should touch them: and his disciples rebuked those that brought them. But when Jesus saw it, he was much displeased, and said unto them, Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.'"

"He was talking about actual children," David said slowly.

"Yes. Luke 18:15 uses the Greek word —brephe—which means babies, infants, newborns. And Jesus said, 'of such IS the kingdom of God.' Present tense. Not 'will be.' IS."

David leaned forward. "So you're saying..."

"I'm saying when the trumpet sounds, every infant, every toddler, every child under the age of accountability—the age when they can discern between good and evil—will be caught up with the believers. Gone in a moment. In the twinkling of an eye."

David sat back, overwhelmed. "Every nursery..."

"Empty," I confirmed quietly.

"Every playground..."

"Silent."

"Every maternity ward..."

"Vacant cribs."

"Oh my God," David breathed. "Can you imagine the parents? The ones left behind?"

"That's what removes the Restrainer completely," I said. "Not just the believers, but the innocence. The children. Gone. And then there's nothing holding back the man of sin. The world plunges into chaos. And the Antichrist rises with his 'answers.'"

David looked at his phone—probably thinking about his daughter.

"1 Corinthians 7:14," I said gently. "Paul says children of believers are holy—sanctified. Set apart. Your daughter is covered by your faith until she reaches the age where she can choose for herself."

"She'll be with Jesus," David said, tears streaming now.

"Yes."

"And if I'm not ready... if I don't love His appearing... if I'm too attached to this world..."

"Then you'll be here," I finished. "And she'll be gone. And you'll have to endure the Tribulation and likely be martyred for refusing the mark of the beast."

David covered his face with his hands. "I don't want that. I don't want to be separated from her. I don't want to go through that. But more than that—I don't want to be separated from Him."

"Then believe," I said simply. "Believe every word. Pick up your cross. Die to self. Let the Holy Spirit transform you. Receive the Kingdom like your three-year-old daughter would—with pure, unquestioning faith."

David nodded, wiping his eyes. "I believe. I really do. For the first time in my life, I think I actually believe."

The Wrong Calendar

Marcus had been reading ahead in my Bible. "What's this about no man knowing the day or hour?" he asked, pointing to Matthew 24:36.

"That phrase," I explained, "was specifically associated with the Feast of Trumpets—Yom Teruah. It's the only feast that occurs on a new moon, which had to be visually confirmed by two witnesses. It could occur over two days of uncertainty. 'Of that day and hour no man knows' was the traditional Jewish phrase for it."

"So the rapture happens on the Feast of Trumpets?" Sarah asked.

"Jesus fulfilled the spring feasts at His first coming—Passover, Unleavened Bread, Firstfruits, Pentecost. The fall feasts await fulfillment: Trumpets, Atonement, Tabernacles. And look at the trumpet language." I showed them 1 Thessalonians 4:16 and 1 Corinthians 15:52.

"But here's the thing," I continued. "Most of the world—even most Christians—are using the wrong calendar."

"What do you mean?" Marcus asked.

"The current Jewish calendar is the Hillel calendar, adopted in the 4th century AD. But before that, there was the Qumran calendar—the solar calendar used by the priests, found in the Dead Sea Scrolls. It's a 364-day year that always keeps the Sabbaths and feasts on the same days of the week."

"Why does that matter?" David asked.

"Because if the Harpazo happens according to God's original calendar—not the one corrupted by man—then most people won't know it's coming. They'll be looking at the wrong dates. They'll think there's more time when there isn't. Just like in Noah's day—everyone thought he was crazy until the door shut."

Sarah looked stricken. "So we don't actually know when..."

"We know the season," I said. "We see the signs. Fig tree budding—Israel reborn in 1948. Wars and rumors of wars. Famines. Earthquakes. Knowledge increased. The covenant with many. 'Eternal peace' declared. We're in the season. Whether it's days, weeks, or months, I don't know. But it's not years. We don't have years."

"What do we do?" Marcus asked quietly.

Sons of Light and Sons of Day

I turned to 1 Thessalonians 5:4-5. "Paul says, 'But ye, brethren, are not in darkness, that that day should overtake you as a thief. Ye are all the children of light, and the children of the day: we are not of the night, nor of darkness.'"

"Children of light," Sarah repeated.

"The Qumran community—the ones who kept the solar calendar, the 364-day year—they called themselves the 'sons of light.' They had a whole scroll called 'The War of the Sons of Light Against the Sons of Darkness.' They saw calendar observance as a matter of walking in truth versus walking in darkness."

"So the calendar thing isn't just technical," Marcus said. "It's spiritual."

"Everything is spiritual," I replied. "Genesis 1:14 says God created the sun and moon for 'signs and seasons'—the Hebrew word is moadim, which means 'appointed times.' The sun rules the day. The moon rules the night. Sons of day. Sons of night. Light and darkness. It all connects."

"But the primary meaning," I continued, "is about spiritual condition. Are you awake or asleep? Are you watching or distracted? Are you in the light or the darkness? Do you know what time it is?"

David looked at his watch, then laughed sadly. "I literally don't know what time it is anymore."

"Prophetic time," I clarified. "Look." I showed them Romans 13:11-12. "'And that, knowing the time, that now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed. The night is far spent, the day is at hand.'"

"The day is at hand," Sarah whispered.

"Yes. And Paul says in verse 12, 'let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light.'"

The Urgency of Now

"Here's what I need you to understand," I said, leaning forward. "This isn't theory. This isn't theology class. This isn't abstract eschatology. This is now. This is real. September 29, 2025 may be the day the prophetic clock started ticking on Daniel's 70th week. Or it may be about to start. Either way, we are out of time."

"What do you mean 'out of time'?" David asked.

"I mean the covenant is about to be signed. The documents are being prepared. Trump said they're waiting to 'get everybody in line.' When that covenant is confirmed, the seven years begin. And the Bible is clear—the Restrainer is removed before the man of sin is revealed. Before the Day of the Lord. Before the wrath."

"So the rapture happens before the Tribulation starts," Marcus said.

"Yes. 1 Thessalonians 5:9 says, 'For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ.' Revelation 3:10 says, 'I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world.' The Greek word is ek—'out of,' not 'through.'"

"So we could be days away," Sarah said.

"Days. Weeks. Maybe months. But I don't think it's months. Look at everything happening. The wars. The economics. The global chaos. China's aggression. The Middle East on the brink. And now—now—a peace plan that matches Daniel 9:27 exactly."

I looked at each of them. "Please hear me. It's not too late. Even at the eleventh hour, even at five minutes to midnight, the door is still open. But when the trumpet sounds, that door shuts. Matthew 25—the five foolish virgins pounding on the door, crying 'Lord, Lord, open to us!' And He says, 'I know you not.'"

The Five Wise Virgins

"Tell us about that," Sarah said. "The virgins."

I turned to Matthew 25. "Ten virgins went out to meet the bridegroom. All ten were virgins—all believers, all waiting. But five were wise and five were foolish. The foolish took their lamps but no oil. The wise took oil in their vessels."

"What's the oil?" Marcus asked.

"The Holy Spirit. Being filled with the SPIRIT OF TRUTH. Not just having a lamp—not just claiming to be a Christian—but actually being filled with the Spirit of God, who is the Spirit of Prophecy. You must be sons of LIGHT. Living in that LIGHT. Walking in it."

"And what happened?" David asked.

"The bridegroom was delayed. They all fell asleep. But at midnight—" I paused for emphasis "—at midnight, there was a cry: 'Behold, the bridegroom cometh!' The wise virgins trimmed their lamps and went out to meet him. The foolish realized they had no oil. They ran to buy some. But while they were gone, the bridegroom came. Those who were ready went in with him to the marriage. And the door was shut."

"And the others?" Sarah asked quietly.

"They came later, knocking, saying 'Lord, Lord, open to us!' And He said, 'Verily I say unto you, I know you not.'"

The silence was heavy.

"Most of the church thinks He's delayed," I said. "They think there's more time. They're distracted by careers, houses, vacations, retirement plans. They're not watching. They're not filled. They're not ready. And they're going to be left behind, pounding on a shut door."

"But He hasn't been delayed," Marcus said slowly. And, the mockers had to show up too, to fulfill the Word of God. Boy, oh boy, did the mockers come out. All the watchers were rebuked by the BIG NAME MINISTERS AND MINISTRIES, like Amir Tsarfait, Jack Hibbs, and even Mike Winger.

"No, he hasn’t been delayed. Everyone just thought He was because they're on the wrong calendar. They're not watching the right signs. They're not reading their Bibles. And so when He comes—and He's coming soon—it will be a shock. Like a thief in the night. Just like in Noah's day."

Noah's Day

"Tell us about Noah," David said.

I turned to Matthew 24:37-39. "Jesus said, 'But as the days of Noe were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away.'"

"They knew not," Sarah repeated.

"Right. Noah preached for 120 years, a jubilee period. 120 years. And nobody believed him except his own family. They saw him building this massive ark in the middle of dry land. They mocked him. Laughed at him. Called him crazy. And they went on with their normal lives—eating, drinking, marrying, having parties, making plans. Business as usual. Right up until the day Noah entered the ark. And then God shut the door. And then it started raining."

"And they realized," Marcus said.

"Too late. 2 Peter 3 says they were willingly ignorant. They didn't want to know. They preferred their comfortable lives to the uncomfortable truth. And so they perished."

"That's where we are now," I said. "The church is willingly ignorant. Pastors aren't preaching about the rapture because it's 'divisive' or 'scary' or 'too controversial.' Christians are more concerned about their 401(k)s than about eternity. They're eating, drinking, marrying, giving in marriage, planning their futures, acting like the world will go on forever. Just like Noah's day."

"But it won't," David said.

"No. The door is about to shut. And when it does, there are no second chances. Not for the Harpazo, anyway. You can be saved during the Tribulation, but look what it costs." I showed them Revelation 20:4. "'And I saw the souls of them that were beheaded for the witness of Jesus, and for the word of God, and which had not worshipped the beast, neither his image, neither had received his mark.'"

"Beheaded," Sarah whispered.

"That's what it will take. Refuse the mark, get martyred. And most people—even Christians who get left behind—will take the mark because they want to survive. They'll rationalize it. 'God understands. I have to feed my family. I'll repent later.' But Revelation 14 is clear—anyone who takes the mark is eternally damned. No second chances."

The Mark

"What is the mark?" Marcus asked.

"Revelation 13:16-18," I read. "'And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads: And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.'"

"666," David said.

"Yes. And Revelation 14:9-11 says, 'If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever.'"

"Forever," Sarah said quietly.

"Forever. No second chances. No repentance. If you take the mark, you're done. And the pressure to take it will be immense—you can't buy food, can't sell anything, can't participate in society without it. And by then, the Holy Spirit will be gone with the Church. The Restrainer removed. Evil unrestrained. It will be hell on earth."

"Why would anyone want to wait until then to believe?" Marcus asked.

"Exactly," I said. "Why would you gamble with eternity? Why would you risk missing the Harpazo and having to endure all that? Especially when the door is still open right now. Today. This moment. Right here at this coffee shop."

The Call

I looked at my three friends—these three precious people who were waking up before my eyes, not because of anything I said or any wisdom I have, but because the Holy Spirit was calling them, opening their eyes, softening their hearts.

"Romans 10:13 says, 'For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved,'" I said. "Not might be saved. Not could be saved. Shall be saved. It's a promise. God keeps His promises."

"How do we call upon Him?" David asked.

"You just did," I said with a smile. "But let me show you what it means to truly believe. Romans 10:9-10: 'That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation.'"

"Believe in your heart. Confess with your mouth. Not complicated. Not a formula. Not a prayer you memorize. Just believe. Really believe. Every word. The whole counsel of God."

Sarah spoke up. "I believe Jesus is Lord. I believe He died for my sins. I believe God raised Him from the dead. I believe He's coming back. I believe we're living in the last days. And I want to be filled with the Holy Spirit and be ready when He comes."

"Me too," Marcus said.

"Me three," David added.

Transformation

"Understand something," I said. "This isn't fire insurance. This isn't a ticket to avoid hell and still live however you want. This is surrender. This is dying to self. This is picking up your cross daily. This is being transformed from the inside out by the washing and regeneration of the Word of God through the Holy Spirit."

"I have nothing to offer my salvation except my total depravity," I continued. "My dark heart. My sinful nature. My absolute need for a Savior. And that's all God wants—He wants us to come to Him as we are, broken and helpless, and receive His grace. Not earn it. Not work for it. Just receive it."

"Like a child," Sarah said softly.

"Exactly like a child. Luke 18:17: 'Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein.' Children don't have credentials. They don't have resumes. They don't have anything to offer except their need for their father. And when they ask for bread, their father doesn't give them a stone."

"So we just... ask?" Marcus said.

"You ask, and the Father gives. Luke 11:13: 'If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children: how much more shall your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to them that ask him?'"

"Ask," I said. "Right now. Out loud. Tell Him you believe. Tell Him you need Him. Tell Him you surrender. And He will fill you. He will seal you. He will transform you. Not overnight—it's a process. But it starts today."

And they did.

Right there in that coffee shop, three people who had been going through the motions of Christianity suddenly became Children of God. Not by their works. Not by their goodness. By grace alone through faith.

Looking Up

We sat in silence for a while, letting it all sink in.

Finally, Sarah asked, "So what now?"

"Now we watch," I said. "Luke 21:28: 'And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.'"

"Look up," Marcus repeated.

"Yes. Not down in fear. Not around in anxiety. Up. Because our redemption—our Harpazo—is near. Days, maybe. Weeks at most. The covenant is about to be signed. The pieces are in place. The prophetic clock is ticking."

"What do we tell people?" David asked.

"Tell them the truth," I said simply. "Tell them what Scripture says. Not your opinion. Not your interpretation. Just the Word. Let the Holy Spirit do the rest. Like He did for you today."

"2 Timothy 4:8," I added, "says there's a crown of righteousness laid up 'for all them also that love his appearing.'" I looked at them. "Do you love His appearing?"

All three nodded.

"Then you're ready," I said. "Keep watching. Keep praying. Keep reading the Word. Stay filled with the Spirit. And wait for the trumpet."

"1 Thessalonians 4:18," I read one last time. "'Wherefore comfort one another with these words.'"

The Final Word

As we prepared to leave, I felt the Holy Spirit impressing something on my heart.

"One more thing," I said. "Remember—it's not about being perfect. It's not about never stumbling. It's not about your works. It's about faith. It's about grace. It's about surrender."

"Even carnal Christians who are just now waking up to grace—like you three—you're not late. You're not behind. You're not second-class. You're exactly on time. Because God's timing is perfect. The last laborers hired get the same wage as the first. The thief on the cross received paradise the same day. There is no late in the Kingdom. There's only now."

"So right now, in this moment, if you truly believe—if you've truly surrendered—you are a Child of God. You are sealed. You are His. And when that trumpet sounds, you're going up. Along with every infant, every toddler, every child under the age of accountability. All of us together. The Bride of Christ. Caught up to meet Him in the air."

"And we'll be with Him forever."

Sarah wiped her eyes. "I can't wait to meet Him."

"You won't have to wait long," I said with a smile. "The season is here. The door is still open. But not for much longer."

"Revelation 22:20," I finished. "'He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Lord Jesus.'"

We stood to leave, but we weren't the same people who had sat down an hour ago.

Three people had woken up.

Not because of me. Not because of my words. But because the Holy Spirit had opened their eyes, just like He opened mine.

And now we wait. We watch. We look up.

Because the King is coming.

And the door is about to shut.

Maranatha.

"Watch ye therefore, and pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy to escape all these things that shall come to pass, and to stand before the Son of man." — Luke 21:36