Last week I was laying in my son's room looking at the river and really missing him. My eyes fell on a pair of novels on his bookshelf, brand new, never opened. When I picked them up and turned them over, I discovered that they were written by the same man whose blog I had bookmarked a few weeks ago as something worth reading some time when I could really focus. Hours later, and many chapters in, I felt as if he was a modern day prophet and this novel, written several years ago... was an eerie foreshadowing of the future; the very threshold upon which the world now stands.
Standing at the window, looking out at the night, I can feel it in my spirit. Something is coming. And we need to wake up.