NO FESTIVE GARMENT
4 May 2024 Saturday morning 01.40www.revelationsofjudithdebeer.co.za
The oil jar lay broken and the wine barrel knocked over, completely empty. I hear an angel calling: Weighed-weighed and found too light, therefore there is no festive garment for the uninvited wedding guest. Yes, because the oil lamp was without a flame, hidden under the measuring bucket.
Oh, sorrow upon sorrow, with time complete, it is now too late for teaching and preaching. It’s too late to stand before God with the excuse, I am just a poor, uninformed layman. Look, the last bit of global flour is being hidden in a hurry. This while the mite devours it greedily, so devastatingly.
The remaining crop on the fields is also eaten by the migratory locust. While the evildoer sets the field and homestead on fire in fire-anarchy. The oil jug lay broken, with the wine barrel empty to the bottom. The time has come and after a short silence the fires of war are brutally lit globally.
The scales fall, the scales speak, it avenges and avenges, while the sun’s rays sting scorchingly. Man sweats, but it is too late for pleading and begging. The liberal, now just a poor pathetic person, self-pityingly wants to know, oh, if only we knew better.
Oh, cry upon cry for help, there is nothing for the children to nibble on or eat. So what is left for the pet and livestock to eat? There is also no medication for so many deeply inflamed wounds. Yes, because the jar is broken beyond repair and the wine barrel is burst, forever empty.
An angel calls out: Weighed-weighed and found too light, man has forgotten her God. That is why the multitudes are starving, sick and pale to the point of death. Yes, by an incurable pestilence, inexplicably spreading from one to another.
Towns and cities are broken up, broken open, and demolished by earthquakes. See, planet earth has not forgotten her cruel abuse. Therefore, it is getting too late to try to analyse the signs of the times. Yes, because for the uninvited wedding guest there is indeed no festive garment.