War from Meshech

And so the dogs of war are unleashed. The 2020s have been marked by pestilence; now comes war and conquest. I do not tend to read the pro-Russian musings of Professor Arthur Noble, erstwhile commentator in the pages of the British Church Newspaper, for whom Mr Putin’s Russia is a victim of Western aggression. Yet I do recognise that a westward-looking Ukraine troubles the once-mighty land of Rus, which may feel itself being encircled by NATO. Still, it all seems frightfully old fashioned, one nation invading another. It goes to show that mankind really is no better than its forefathers; we have not evolved into some higher level of moral development or enlightened consciousness. Sending soldiers into another state’s territory in order to kill other soldiers is a strategy that would be well recognised by Attila, Ivan and Genghis. Tomorrow, the Real Lives interviewee will share the number of enslaved persons present in the world, which equates to one in every 200. For all our talk of progress and development, deep down, we are just as wicked as any that went before us.

Although the Lord Jesus said that wars and rumours of wars would characterise human civilisation right up until the end of history, I pray that the Lord will stay the hand of aggression, that casualties would be minimal and that Russia would withdraw her forces. I hope that the Ukrainians will pray to the God of heaven, and that many in these perilous times will call on His name. In the 1940s when Stalin was demanding additional supplies from Churchill when he was unable to supply, the latter advised the former to seek them from the God in whom he did not believe. As the chief prince of Meshech and Tubal, from the land of Gog and Magog causes his bombs to fall and his missiles to strike, may God draw close to the Ukrainian people, and show them His mercy.

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