False Alarm

Teresa Poucher

 Some 38 years ago, my husband and I and our children went to the DMV in Baton Rouge. My boys had to be around 2 and 4 years old.  I don’t know if they had computers then, so the lines were slow-moving and crazy long.  My husband got in line while I corralled my children in the lobby.  While I was managing them,the oldest pulled the fire alarm.  Oh my!  I thought there would be a great exodus with at least 75 people that I could see, but not a soul moved.  When I looked inside, no one was even looking around.  I was surprised, but thankful no one had lost their place.  Does one have to see flames or smell smoke to respond to a fire alarm?


   Today we have alarms, earthquakes, wars, pestilence, food shortages, illegal immigrants by the millions, the economy off the chart, and all-time high gas.  One can see the one-world currency in the making.  Good is being called evil and evil good.  


  This is one alarm we don’t want to ignore.  We must not be deceived. The sad thing about deception is that many don’t even know when they are being deceived.  


  I know our righteousness is as filthy rags, but that doesn’t mean we can live any way we desire.  


Where is genuine repentance? Not just saying, “I’m sorry,” but turning oneself around? Yes, we all fall short, but are we striving to enter in? We must have an intimate relationship with Jesus if we will be His bride. I want to draw closer. I want to hear his voice. I surely want to hear the alarm.


But as the days of Noah were, so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. For as in the days that were before the flood they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day that Noe entered into the ark, and knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.” (Matthew 24:37-39)


Stand in a gap — it’s time to intercede. This is not an alarm you want to ignore.


Published by Tpouch

My day starts with a cup of good coffee and a talk with Jesus. I started walking with Jesus when I was eighteen. That was In March 1979. I have fought many battles. No I haven’t won them all, but I have learned how to not only survive but thrive. Let me share with you...

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