Waking Early

I had a bright idea back in the late autumn. I found a ladybird and brought it in. I have a couple of house plants suffering from aphids which I had failed to exterminate; like sin, they just keep coming back. Instead of gobbling them up, he went into hibernation, thinking he had found somewhere dry for winter. Having lit the fire one day, he was up and about, walking along the kitchen ceiling, perhaps thinking that spring had finally come. I was sorry to disappoint. I put him outside and placed him into a ‘bug house’ I have. In there, he will be nice and dry, and from there, he will sense the arrival of real spring, not artificial, coal-fire spring.

It seems that there are two events which Christians often mistake: genuine revival and Christ’s return. We are on the cusp of both, I am repeatedly assured. Of the latter, we may safely say that we are closer to it than ever before, but the ‘signs of the times’ which my friends diligently seek and observe are not infrequently flashes in the pan. “Bible sales are up”! “Young people want to talk about religion!”, we are also told, and that this heralds a change in fortune, an alteration to the course. Maybe.

In the meantime, I'll leave the timings and event management to God. Until then, we will not hibernate, but shall go about our business as before. 

A. D