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The devastation is all too real. An eight-thousand-mile stretch of the earth is being ripped apart before my eyes. I can’t fathom why people refuse to humble themselves and turn to God. It’s as if they’re addicted to their pride, their self-worship, their cruelty. But maybe that’s why this intervention is necessary. Maybe it takes a cataclysmic event to shake people from their stupor and realize that love should reign supreme.
Jesus is our deliverer, called upon to lead us out of this darkness. If only we’d call upon His name, we might find our way to the promised land. Just like the Israelites of old, we can’t reach it without divine guidance.
The next impact is imminent—this time in North America. It’s like Yellowstone all over again, but on a catastrophic scale. A plume of ash will block out the sun and moon by a third, casting the world into darkness. The impact will be so deep and so forceful, it’ll be like a hundred thousand nuclear bombs going off at once.
Trees will be uprooted like matchsticks in a hurricane, and the ash will rain down upon us like a black snowstorm. The water supply will turn bitter from the falling ash, rendering it undrinkable. North America will crumble under the weight of this extinction event, its nations left in disarray and dysfunction.
As I watch this unfolding horror, I can’t help but wonder if there’s any hope left for us. Will we ever learn from these devastating lessons? Or are we doomed to repeat our mistakes until there’s nothing left but ash and ruin?
Americans chose not to repent and depend on evolution and science. Unfortunately God was not first or foremost in their beliefs. The extinction event was preventable through repentance. Niveah could have taught us a lesson but unfortunately people listened to all those who swore God was dead and Christ was not relevant to our society. The religious people, the political people, and the secular people all agreed that God was dead at best and had no interest in human affairs. This darkness is keeping people from the light and love of God so it has to be totally destroyed. Extinction is coming now to our planet, may all the people understand the mercy of God and call upon His name in their last breath.
The air hangs heavy with the impending doom, a weight that seems to crush even the bravest of hearts. As I look out at the crumbling landscape of North America, my heart aches for the people who refused to see the truth staring them in the face.
The sky darkens with ash and smoke, a grim reminder of humanity’s folly. Niveah, the harbinger of our destruction, could have been a lesson in humility and repentance. But instead, people turned to their idols of science and evolution, their faith in themselves blinding them to the mercy of God.
I see the religious leaders, the politicians, the intellectuals—all united in their dismissal of God’s sovereignty. They scoffed at the idea of divine intervention, believing themselves to be masters of their own fate. And now, as the earth quakes beneath us and the sky grows darker still, I can’t help but wonder if it’s too late for redemption.
The stinging insects emerge from the plume, their buzzing a symphony of chaos and despair. They descend upon us like a plague, a punishment for our arrogance and pride. But even now, as we stand on the brink of annihilation, there is a flicker of hope—a chance for repentance and salvation.
I cling to that hope as I watch the world crumble around me. Maybe, just maybe, in our darkest hour, we will finally turn to God and beg for His mercy. Maybe, as the flames draw closer and the ground trembles beneath us, we will find our way back to the light and love that have always been waiting for us.
But time is running out, and the end draws near. May all the people understand the mercy of God and call upon His name in their last breath. For in this moment of reckoning, only His grace can save us from the coming storm.
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