The Fog

Romans 8:22

For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now. 

The highway is wet and the windshield wipers swipe, then a moment later swipe again; the mist is light and despite the dullness, I can see in all directions and into the distance, until I can't. We drive into a strange fog, thick like a blanket and wispy as smoke as the car cuts through it ... is it smoke? Are we driving toward fire? Sniff sniff, the air has a slight scent of burning, but too mild to suggest we make alternate plans. Besides, if we are indeed, driving toward fire, there isn't a turn off anywhere nearby, and stopping, or going forward, are our only options. NOTE: In the fog, my phone stopped picking up navigation signals. It is a very good thing that I knew where I was going. And the metaphor thickens ... 

I left the fog behind and all thoughts of it until this evening when a friend of mine asked, Is it foggy there? He is in Nova Scotia, I live in Ontario ... His words: It's world wide apparently. Nobody knows what it is but it has a weird taste and smell in places. And it's lasting longer than it should. The fog in his area has not lifted in three days and from a brief search, I see this is true in other places too: three days thus far, of fog.

When I looked at internet photos of fog gone wild, it occurred to me that death is in the air, whispering its way in and out of cars as people enter and exit, snaking its way along highways and byways, wafting in through sliding doors and creeping up stairwells, then sneaking into offices and hospital rooms, malls and manufacturing buildings. Death is setting in and as the living drive through it, we pick-up the nose scrunching aroma, and wonder if our senses betray us, or can be trusted? 

Candour is my warfare weaponry. I see and say, identifying the darkness. I am more than capable of joy, of laughter, of playfulness. I can banter and joke, and I am inclined to look for fun ways of interacting ... and candour is my warfare weaponry, because now is not the time to pretend that what is clearly abnormal, ought to be explained away, ignored, and blown at as a bit o fluff that is in the way of our faces. 

And Moses said, Thus saith the LORD, About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: And all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the first born of Pharaoh that sitteth upon his throne, even unto the firstborn of the maidservant that is behind the mill; and all the firstborn of beasts. And there shall be a great cry throughout all the land of Egypt, such as there was none like it, nor shall be like it any more (Exodus 11:4-6)

For behold, the darkness shall cover the earth, and gross darkness the people: but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee (Isaiah 60:2)

Eery is the word to describe the sickness and suffering and death. Death is a constant companion, and it keeps tapping people on the shoulder before stating unwaveringly, It's time, and then commandingly demanding, Come with me. You and I are going this way and that and at every turn, we hear it, we sense and smell it, and the fog lingers and hangs in the air as a reminder that death is ever present, inescapable, and is attaching itself to the wayward and lost that haven't a clue it is there; or those that dismiss it if they happen to notice. 

We are living Biblical prophecies. I do not need to make anything extraordinary up to prove my hyper Christian point ... I don't exaggerate to establish my stance as valid. I see, I say, I notice, and I can't help but suggest, that we all take what is happening very seriously, because souls are in peril and if people die without facing the facts, they will not be going to eternal peace with their Creator; rather, death will snatch them away and their souls will be shrieking in horror for ever and ever more. 

The fog, it impairs our ability to see clearly, and the darkness really is covering the earth these days, and gross darkness the people but the LORD shall arise upon thee, and his glory shall be seen upon thee. 

The LORD is our hope in dark days, and I warn you, dear reader, we will be shrouded in it for a very long time. He is our Sun, and we must look to him to light our way:

Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life (John 8:12)