Our era’s poet theologian begins by retranslating Paul: “the remaining time is contracted” (1 Cor. 7:29).
If I could tell when the end times were on their way by the number of wars, famines, earthquakes and plagues that are afflicting our world, I’d say, “Wow! Here they come!” The Middle East, Africa, Asia, Latin America—you name it, atrocities are taking place. Even in the United States of America, the home of the free, the hope of the huddled masses, the place where no one really has to go hungry, human-caused disaster is everywhere.
End times call for tall towers of hope. They tingle with expectation.