Revelation 15 is a foreboding, intense prelude. Its chief players are God, his ministers of a final destruction and the human witnesses who had died or in some manner been abused by Satan’s evil earth network. John is no player in this, but in telling us these prophetic visions is pre-testifying to final events.
God is love but his wrath remains real
Then I saw another sign in heaven, great and amazing, seven angels with seven plagues, which are the last, for with them the wrath of God is finished. (Revelation 15:1–ESV)
Humanity loves to talk of God’s love which is chief among the traits we know of God. It makes all the difference underwritting our hope of eternal life. God’s grace, his tendency toward patience and long-suffering are clearly taught in scripture and experienced in our lives, but we also see that those traits can run dry exposing other foreboding, heavy traits. Wrath, anger, judgment, punishment are latent in God but ever ready. They are produced or evoked by the rebellion of humans.
Some fury on Fury’s Ferry Road (a.k.a. I have hidden traits too…)
Have you ever been driving down the road having a nice time with your thoughts only to have that time whipsawed in another direction? I have. For background I need to invoke Hurricane Irma. After this weather event roared up through Florida it brought a bit of its wrath to Augusta, Georgia. My Augusta house had small branches and stuff down all over the place. We were out of power for 18 hours, etc., etc. The etc., etc., is nothing like the experience in Florida or the less remembered, but as devastating floods Hurricane Harvey dumped on Houston. Still it was my world and we had to deal with our own power issues and the like.
Since I also have a house at our nearby lake and since the lake storms usually exceed the Augusta storms I needed to go see how that house had fared. So I popped into my orange Toyota Tacoma and out to the lake I went. Some “too contented” fellow in an old red truck was driving in the left lane slowing me down a little, but I was able to pass him on his right, and he disappeared behind me. As I neared the bridge over the Savannah River, though, I came up on more traffic. My brain only snorted a tiny bit thinking, “A little further on Mr. 18-wheeler, and I’ll pass you around the bridge.” As the road began descending toward the bridge he was able to speed up. “Good, sometimes these trucks make good speed,” went my observations as we trended toward 65+. [Read more…]