I heard and my inward parts trembled,How awful would it be, to know that doom is coming, but be unable to do anything to stop it? I'd want to be shouting it from the rooftops, giving as much detail as I possibly can, in the hopes that someone would do what was needed to stop it. Worst case, maybe some would at least heed the warning and get away while they could, before it was too late.
At the sound my lips quivered.
Decay enters my bones,
And in my place I tremble.
Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress,
For the people to arise who will invade us.
In some ways, I feel like this is what much of modern Christianity is up to, probably including me. I'm not saying that should be the case, just that I think it is. We spend much of our time in our own little circles, just waiting for the end to come, and hoping we're taken away before it comes crashing down while fearing how bad things are getting in the mean time.
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