A Million Questions

 

The ground shook violently when the four angels landed. The sound reverberated throughout the entire distracted world. You heard it clear as day. Well, as clear as days used to be. It made you ask what was real and what was not. Question number one. There would be more to follow.

A man appeared on stage. He was well-lit, perfectly lit, and convincing. His words were eloquent. They moved the audience to nowhere, but they moved toward it with great purpose. Now they were all well-lit. A band played. People worshiped. Was it right? Another question.

The sun shone on the just and the unjust. It darted around the sky. First yellow, then red, a brilliant red. How long had the sun burned us like this? Another question.

Too much coffee raises the blood. It makes you hungry. Thirsty. It makes you strong, for a moment, then weak. How long have I been a glutton?

Those books sat on your shelf, and one was hidden away, both gone now by the order of the Lord. He told you to toss them, though you had not expected it. But they were good, weren’t they? No. How much disobedience do I have?

These questions. One more, then another. All will be answered. Each on its own and then all of them together. Psst. There is only one answer.

The times changed while you watched. People, my fellow wardens of the Earth, are reaching out to phantoms. What do they see? Why do they create such destruction? That’s two questions. What is going on here? A third.

That’s how many angels fell to the Earth, a third of them. Are they what is vexing mankind?

So many questions.

Do you know the answer, my friends?

“…for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Romans 3:23

We need a Savior. See? One answer.