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Spiritual Earthquake

The recent excitement that was stirred up around May 21 has many people talking and I have to say that I am rather enjoying it. I know many believers are angry at Harold Camping, but at the same time I think we need to guard our own hearts from bitterness and slander or we too will give a negative impression of Christ to the world.

Is there a mar on the face of Christianity because of the wrong prediction? Yes, but I would like to point out that what Satan intends to harm Christianity; God can use to bring glory to Him and souls into His kingdom.

In response to his wrong timing, Mr. Camping claims he misunderstood the Word. He says it was not a physical earthquake, but a spiritual earthquake. On this point, I think I can agree with him.

He stirred up a spiritual earthquake. At Impact (youth center) I fielded many questions about the end of the world. Point blank questions like the kind straight out of an evangelistic training manual. In the span of 2 days, May 20 and 21, I was able to share the gospel countless times, calm hearts, and give the truth that there really will be an end and we need to be ready. I could see and feel the spiritual war going on in the building as I spoke to young souls hungry for truth. Now that’s an earthquake. And I’m ready to use the aftershocks for His glory as well.

What does all this mean for believers? It is easier to live in our comfy Christian lives, to focus on God’s blessings and rather than the end of the age. The sunny-day-birds-are-singing kind of Christianity is more pleasant than the doom-and-gloom reality of Revelation. To use the words of someone I spoke with recently, “It freaks me out…I don’t want to even think about it!” But it is reality, it is fast approaching, and the fields are white for harvest.

I think this all serves as a reminder to “Be ready always to give an answer for the hope that lies within you.” (I Peter 3:15) Harold Camping brought up the subject and as a result people are open to discussing it. They are curious. They are lost sheep… wandering… blind… and unprepared. As in the days of Noah, they are eating and drinking and unaware of what lies ahead. Someone needs to tell them to be ready and show them how. That someone is me. That someone is you.

You may be nodding your head as you read this, agreeing that countless souls need to be told. But mere talk or agreeing does nothing. Who around you doesn’t know the Savior? Pray for an opportunity to tell them the greatest news of all time. Don’t know anyone who needs to hear? Put yourself in situations where you will have opportunities. And then use them for His glory.

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