When the winds blow, when the storm comes, what shall I do?
Shall I open my Bible randomly and try to figure out what would the Lord answer?
Or should I weep bitterly like the king Hezekiah and turn my face to the wall and pray,
“Remember Oh Lord, how I have walked before you faithfully and I have done what is good in your eyes”?
Or maybe pray hopelessly like Elijah, “Lord I have had enough, take my life”?
Maybe at last I can pray bravely like Daniel’s young friends,
Then I shift my mind from a self-centered thinking onto Him who is sitting on the throne of the Universe and claim Psalm 31:
But I trust in you, O LORD; I say you are my God. My times are in your hands. If it is possible may this cup be taken from me, yet not as I will but as You will.
Please don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to touch your human emotions, and I’m not trying to tell you a sad story about an unfortunate ill woman. This is a testimony of a soldier who was wounded while he was on duty during a severe attack from the enemy against the church of God and the saints of the most high.
It is a final war between two kingdoms, what are we waiting for?
Let me try to illustrate just how far afield the present day Christian mentality is from a first century mentality. If you went to Thessalonica, you would find believers who gathered in Jason's home. You might find a few staying home, and you, might even find some who had forsaken the faith and who could' have gone back to worshipping idols in the pagan temples.