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WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN

by Charles (Chuck) Robey
08/27/20
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PROLOGUE

You’ve perhaps heard the old cliché. “the wolves come out at night.” The Internet gives us a very good definition of the whys and wherefores of this old adage.

“Each pack guards its territory against intruders and may even kill other wolves that are not part of their pack. Wolves are nocturnal and will hunt for food at night and sleep during the day.” (livescience.com)

Now that you know, can you draw a parallel between this above definition and today’s America? What about the nightly rebellious insurrections, and the related chaos?  Do they sleep during the day and only come out at night?

What about all the socialist laws that are attempted to be passed by congress under the dark of night? What about all the Illicit sexual forays taking place in the dead of night? All the crime that's planned nightly behind closed doors.

As you will see within this blog, the end results of this culture change is simply evil directed. A by-product of  Bible prophecy. An unseen war of many epic battles. (Ephesians 6:12) 

Well, that brings me to another well-known saying, “the truth hurts.” I could go on and on, but I’m sure you understand the gist of the above. In other words, you get my drift, I’m sure.  So sit back and enjoy this little fictional blog entitled “When The Sun Goes’ Down.”

My work week was concluded at the Bible college, and this tired old Bible professor was ready for bed. So this tired old brute did what he always does at the end of the week, I resorted to my usual elixir of warm milk and honey. Kissing the wife good night, I tucked myself into bed for a peaceful, restful night.

Not this time around, however. I had a vision. Not one of my ordinary dreams or visions, but a mystery so vast that it instantly changed my outlook of now and the future. It was a mystery experience so all-encompassing that it moved behind and through America’s current social events and through its culture.   

I found myself suddenly awakened by a noisy disturbance near my bed post. Oh no, not another of those weird dreams or visions.

I was suddenly awakened by him standing over my bed breathing heavily across my covers. It was as if he was totally exhausted. He’s been here before, but not quite like this time around. He was dressed as if he had been in the battle of his life. He was wearing a torn, outdated, long black tailcoat, wrinkled and torn white shirt and black loosely-hanging string tie. It was as if he had been through the wringer of life.  

Without further ado, shouting out the need to hurry, he took my hand and we were off to parts unknown. We were suddenly transposed from my well-kept comfortable bedroom to the most unusual panoramic landscape. It was in a large metropolitan city. Memorials stood all around a large doomed capitol building. In the center was a stately white pillared mansion enclosed by a black fence and guarded by uniformed officers.

Within the fence the scene was rather unique; a grouping of chairs with a large podium neatly placed on the front lawn. They were surrounded by television cameras, as if someone of importance was about to speak.

Then it happened, a change of scenery. A large bus drove up, packed with people. People of all walks of life departed the bus and stood around this fenced mansion.  All seemed to be lost. Apparently, they were not from this particular city.

They were silent for a time as the warm nightly breeze swept across the gathering. It was as if these night owls were waiting for someone or something to happen. Then a large van drove up as if to greet the gathering and several passengers exited with envelopes in hand.

Speaking with authority and sincerity, these men seemed to give the onlookers a sense of confidence as they began passing out envelopes. Somewhat intrigued with this happening, I decided to stand back and watch. What I saw next was confounding to say the least.

As the group began opening the envelopes, there was cash money for all. It was as if this gathering had received their payday and was ready to go to work. That’s when it happened, under the darkness of night, posters were passed out from the back of the van. 'What is this all about,' I silently asked myself.   

The closer we got to this crowd, the entire scenery became ever more bizarre. Each plaque was displaying a particular scripted message.  Each message started with the prefix “Give Us Our Rights”, followed by certain precise individualized demands such as, “Free Housing,” “Free Schooling,” “Free Medical Care,” “Free transportation,” “Free Food,” ” “Free College.” On and on they went, with many posters advertising likeminded demands.

Just when I though it couldn’t get any worse, it suddenly did. Without a warning, trucks, many of them, appeared out of nowhere. As the people began to line up, the truck drivers began distributing the truck's contents.  “This looks like war to me, let’s get out of here," my companion said.

And taking me by the hand, away we went. But it wasn’t over yet, this weird vision. We found ourselves in the middle of a large urban part of this metropolitan city. It must have been Sunday because I could hear the ringing of the church bells in the distance.  

The surroundings of this particular area of the city became even more weird as we moved closer to all the action. The stores were wide open for business, including the bars and liquor establishments, and other sin-laden places of interest. People were moving to and from these businesses in great numbers.

What was so strange was the churches were closed up tight, all displaying warning signs not to enter by order of the city government, due to a widespread pandemic. “How can this be?" I wondered.   

Then as it happened, one of the churches was having the normal Sunday service, or had attempted to have the service. The police were escorting all the participants from the church and into a police bus. I get the message, time to move on. Let’s get out of here, please.

As we back tracked, we came  again to that fenceed mansion. The scene had changed. A well-dressed, blond-haired, stately gentleman walked out on the porch of this mansion and waved to a sitting crowd, then walked down the lawn and onto the stage. He was holding a Bible in one hand and carrying what looked like a copy of the U.S. Constitution in his other hand.  As he approached the ornate podium fitted with a large official seal, the crowd instantly stood in respect.   

This dignified gentleman was dressed in a blue business suit, white shirt and big red tie. He was flanked on either side by two decorated military officers, their four-starred uniforms crisp and medals gleaming in the sunshine. Then it started , this most unusual press conference. 

The well dressed gentleman motioned, and one of the military officers walked forward leading all in an opening prayer. He was followed by this leader reading from his Bible.

Thanks to divine providence, my long awaited wish was instantly granted. It was suddenly all over, this weird dream or vision of sorts of what happens when the sun goes down. What happened to all the people vying for all those freebies?  Where is my strange traveling friend?      

I found myself back in my bed, neatly covered up.  My laptop lying on my bed was still displaying my unfinished doctoral paper. I must get to work. If only I can remember every vivid detail of this vision, I’m sure to get a great final approval.

Suddenly, came a loud cry from my wife, "Quickly, get up my dear, time to celebrate! It’s all over, the votes are in. It’s all over the news, we won! America is great again! America is still the “Land of the free and home of the brave." Old Glory still proudly waves!"

Hallelujah, then no need to worry about my vision, it’s all over. My vote did count. Now back to my doctorate research. Amen!

EPILOGUE

“Then, after doing all those things, I will pour out my Spirit upon all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy. Your old men will dream dreams, and your young men will see visions.” (Joel 2:28)

Dreams, visions, we all have them. Some linger on, some are short lived. Some face the realism, the actuality, authenticity, of today’s world. Some are simply a little truth mixed with fiction.  Being older than dirt and twice as gritty, I fall into the dream category and sometimes have an all-important vision.

So, is America really at war?  Yes, one need only to parallel today’s culture (II Timothy 3:1-9,13) (II Timothy 4:3-4), with that of the Bible prophecy. Its really not politics, nor culture, nor anything of human design, this war of wars.    

This war is like none other, a war of many unseen spiritual battles (Ephesians 6:12), with the results being well published within social circles, the news media and discussed by family, friends, and around the proverbial work water cooler gossip center.     

Dr. Charles Ryrie, Th.D., Ph.D., explains this ongoing spiritual war this way “The believer’s enemies are the demonic hosts of Satan, always assembled for mortal combat."

So, all believers must take up their spiritual battle gear and be ready to fight. Our protection (Ephesians 6:10-12), our battle gear (Ephesians 6:13-17), and our Helper. (Ephesians 6:18-19) Amen!

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