The last days
IKNOW that these are strange days. Never have I seen such grotesque images. Never have I experienced such poverty and the extreme riches of a few. Never have such cruelties and wickedness been enacted – man against his brother. Never have there been such absurdities in art, entertainment, and music.
There is immorality legalised more than ever before there is sickness and poverty without concern for each other, there is loneliness and overcrowded cities, there is man becoming woman and woman becoming man. There is godlessness and worship of the devil. There is greater belief in technology than reality.
I think, I meditate, I cry out to God, I return to my source of hope – my one true living God who is ever close to me despite the overwhelming sense of darkness gathering all around.
I fear selfishness, a world of ‘I’, ‘me’, ‘myself’. I must be careful of introversion, anxiety, worry, fear of things falling apart. Despite the so-called world of progress, there is introversion – people are more disconnected from reality, from one another, themselves, and God.