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Topic: PROCRASTINATE (08/04/16)
- TITLE: The Last Procrastinator
By Daniel Rae
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Calling it entirely whacked, was borderline blasphemous. But in the words of my most euphemistic cousin, all 'heck' was going to break loose, and it certainly had. In fact even for him, that was a grave understatement.
For those that were Believers, this was finally it. The most anticipated threshold in the entirety of mankind was upon us now, and an untold matter of questions would be simultaneously answered in those last few cognizant moments. For even as the universal, ear piercing blast of a trumpet, brought every moving creature to a freeze-framed halt, a permanent change in the worlds very dimension was instantly realized. For on the absolute cusp of irrevocable eternity, the entirety of humanity was split in two. In the cosmic whirlwind that was the long anticipated return of Jesus Christ, time didn't stand still. For in that final moment, in the split second of an open door slamming shut, the Maker of it all drew a final breath and exhaled into the remaining Bride, calling upon them to meet Him in the air. And in that incomprehensible twinkle in time, the last of the last turned their faces and their clasped hands, prostrate before the One and Only God, as He deftly completed the timeless puzzle of the Age Of Grace, adding the last and final soul into the Lambs Book Of Life.
Id awoken to all the familiarity of a typical August day in English Bay. I should have enjoyed it for even a moment longer. But the day was not my own and I hurried to prepare for another morning working with the kids at summer camp.
I'd been up late the night before, speaking at length with my dad. I'd grown up in the church and camp was exposing me to a lot of the truth that I'd absorbed as a child. My dad was a Godly man and once again I leaned on him for clarification. Scriptural things that were regularly coming up at the Christian camp for teenage kids, were pulling at my heart. I had been hired as the waterfront director and was not a counsellor or a leader, but I was inadvertently present for the majority of the teaching. Passages of Scripture and references to so much confusion and uncertainty in society, were tough to ignore. My dad had ended the call with a familiar statement: "You know what to do."
The words resounded again in my head as I jumped into my car and headed for the beach.
There can be no casual explanation or description for the events that would change mankind forever. Unlike a natural catastrophe, like-minds could not assemble and collectively or scientifically, bring order by making sense of the entirely incomprehensible. Instead a harrowing madness gripped societies worldwide. And in the midst of violent turmoil, a man would eventually emerge, somehow bringing with him a tentative calm, assuaging the world wide panic that had immediately set in, following the events of that calamitous day.
But for me there would be no such calm. I was reminded continually of the words of an unknown poet:
'Even as I close my heart
The trumpet sounds
The heaven's part
Eternity now knows it's start
And I know it's too late'.
For even as I drove to camp last morning, I heard that gentle call and I promised myself to deal with it later. I would make things right between me and God before the Sun went down that day.
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