God's prophecy at work in M.S ST. Louis

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I wrote this last year, it's a story of the fulfillment of God's prophecy, hope, you enjoy it.
The LORD said, Ezekiel 36:19, “I scattered them (the Jews) among the heathen, and they were dispersed through the countries: according to their way and according to their doings I judged them."

Hosea 3:4-5, "The children of Israel shall abide many days without a king, and without a prince, and without a sacrifice (Without the Temple).”

Before the advent of World War 2, the American people had come to feel that the stories that had been circulated about German atrocities during World War I, were nothing but propaganda. But with the advent of Hitler to power, there was, now direct evidence of the German war machines' brutality against the mentally impaired, Gypsies, Jews, and others they considered inferior.

The treatment accorded Jews and all those who opposed their regime amazed as well as disheartened the rest of the civilized world. Daily, the press carried stories of kidnappings, beatings, and assassinations. The victory of the National Socialists in the elections of March 5, 1933, was followed by an outbreak of anti-Semitism never paralleled in modern times.

‘When God’s people fall into the hands of their enemy, and none found to help: the adversaries saw them and did mock at their destruction.’

On the docks of Hamburg, Germany, hundreds began to board the transatlantic Ocean liner M.S. St. Louis. The male passengers carried the family's suitcases, while the women boarded holding the children's hands. The day was May 13, 1939, Captain Gustav Schroeder, with a crew of two-hundred-and-thirty-one men and nine-hundred and thirty-seven passengers, prepared his ship the, St. Louis to cast off, then steam for the port in Havana, Cuba.

Cuba was a popular stopover for refugees hoping to immigrate to the United States. Those purchasing Cuban visas in Germany planned to live in Cuba while waiting for entry into the United States. After their long voyage, they docked in the harbor and waited for seven days to meet with Cuban authorities.

Growing impatient, a small committee of men requested to see President, Federico Laredo Bru. When they met, they pleaded with him for sanctuary, but he was indifferent and even hostile. But President Bur did allow twenty-eight of the nine-hundred and thirty-seven passengers to remain in Cuba; all others had their visas revoked.

After the committee of men returned to the ship, they gave their report to the ship’s Captain. It was then Captain Schroeder decided to set sail for a Florida port. Upon their arrival, they found little sympathy from State Department officials. They were told, ‘You must wait your turn to qualify for and obtain immigration visas before you are admitted into the country’. The year before, in 1938, President Roosevelt had considered a rescue plan but dropped the idea because he felt it would have been a political time bomb.’

On the front page of the New York Times, a writer wrote, ‘There seems to be no help for them now. The vessel St. Louis will soon be home with her cargo of despair.’

The Canadian Prime minister also refused to give aid to these weary and desperate people. He said to the Canadian people, ‘If these Jews were to find a home in Canada, they would be followed by other shiploads --- the line must be drawn somewhere.’

Without any other choice, Captain Schroeder had no other option but to return to Europe. However, he had no intention of heading back to a German harbor. Stalling on his return, the captain slowly steamed his vessel across the Pacific refusing to return his passengers to Europe until he could find a safe port.

Captain Gustav Schroeder an intelligent, sympatric man, developed a contingency plan for his passengers’. He decided to wreck the St. Louis near the English coast, thus forcing the British authorities to act. But before he put his plan into action, he found another solution. The passengers were allowed to disembark in Antwerp Belgium. Besides Belgium, Great Britain, and France agreed with the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee to take in a limited number of Jewish refugees. The free world's refusal to accept these refugees turned out to be a death sentence for many of them. They were all eventually caught and sent to concentration camps.

In March of 1993, Captain Gustav Schroeder's heroic deeds were acknowledged by the State of Israel as a ‘Righteous Man’ among Nations. This title of a ‘Righteous Man’ is Israel’s way of honoring Gentiles who had risked their own life to save Jews from extermination by the Germans.”

But the LORD also said, Ezekiel 37:21-28, "Thus saith the LORD God; Behold, I will take the children of Israel from among the heathen (Gentile’s) whither they be gone, and will gather them on every side, and bring them into their own land:”

Hosea 3:5, “Afterward (in the latter days) shall the children of Israel return (May 14, 1948), and seek the LORD their God, and David their king (symbolic of Christ); and shall fear (seek after) the LORD and His goodness in the Latter days (last days)."

Hosea 1:10-11, But "It shall come to pass, that in the place where it was said unto them, you are NOT my people, there it shall be said unto them, you ARE the sons of the living God. Then shall the children of Judah and the children of Israel be gathered together and appointed themselves one head."

Isaiah 60:21, “The people --- they shall inherit the land forever.”
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I wrote a novel based on the last days several years ago. It's sitting on my computer and will never get published; I can't afford it. This one story is based on a real person (I did change his name) and a real event. But I did add to it so it would fit the storyline. I hope they don't throw me off the forum for posting it. but I do think you will enjoy it. I also own the book that was given only to the crew of the Aircraft carrier Ben Franklin. I own his commendation for bravery, and document for a Purple Heart.

Lance Andrews On the Aircraft Carrier, U.S.S. Franklin
The hand of an engineer reached for the cord, and the blast from the whistle of a locomotive split the air. Lance Andrews listened to the long wail of the approaching train about a half mile from his home. It was early January; the New Year was one week old.

Lance was born in Manchester, Virginia, in 1923 and educated at the University of Maryland. He inherited from his father a love for writing, especially war stories. He was a World War Two veteran having served two tours in the Navy. His last tour of duty was served on the Aircraft carrier Ben Franklin.

Mr. Andrews spent most of his time alone these days on the back porch sitting in his favorite rocking chair looking out into the woods, reminiscing about his youth, family, and days gone by. His hands shook too much for him to write, and his eyes dimmed to the point where reading was difficult. Lance’s wife died twenty years earlier from breast cancer, and most of his friends are now gone. His two daughters are in their late seventies, both now live in nursing homes. His son Jeff married a woman who lived in Atlanta, Georgia, and has remained there ever since.

Lance’s assigned nurse, Margaret, would stop by each day to help him with any chores and prepare his lunch. Other than that, Lance remained independent and, for his age, in reasonably good health. He could still get around with a cane but because of his poor vision, he could no longer drive.

Toward the end of World War II, on March 19, 1945, Lance was on the Aircraft carrier Ben Franklin sixty-five miles off the Japanese coast near Kobe when his ship was attacked and hit by three 500 kg bombs in an enemy air strike. The ship began to burn uncontrollably following a series of exploding bombs, rockets, and ammunition stored below deck. He recalled in the face of continuing explosions and fires and while the ship was still under attack, he, with two other sailors, continued to fight the fires below deck, moving ammunition away from the fires. Suddenly, he was struck in the head by shrapnel from an exploding bomb. Trapped below deck and injured, his two shipmates attempted to reach him, but could not because of the heat and flames from the fire. “I thought I was a goner.”

Lance recalled being on the verge of passing out when two men came from out of nowhere, walked through the flames, lifted a heavy beam off his legs, and carried him through the smoke and exploding munitions. Remarkably, he suffered only a few burns on his hands and legs. He was lying in a bed on a Naval Hospital ship when he woke up six days later. Several months had passed when his two shipmates came to see me; “How could I ever forget those two guys?” he thought.

While lying in bed, his Boatswain mate William Neilson said, “Hi Lance, how are you?”

“I’m doing better, how about the two of you?”

The second man, Ralph, said, “We made it out okay, but we lost plenty of the guys. We thought you were dead, but they found you on the top deck. You must have crawled up the stairs, but how in the heck, did you get that beam off your legs? It would have taken at least two men to lift it. We could never figure it out.”

Stunned at their words, I replied, “I thought you two came through the fire and brought me out.”

“It wasn’t us; we couldn’t get through. It was so hot we had to get ourselves out of there.”

“Then who carried me out?”

“Nobody carried you out, no one could have gotten through those flames.”

Sitting quietly rocking in his rocker, thinking of the past, he felt his cat Tough Guy rubbing up against his legs. “What’s the matter, Tough Guy? Are you lonely?” He reached his hand down and patted him on the head. “I guess we’ve both seen our better days. How old are you now? Hmm, I think you’re almost fifteen.

I remember when we met, I believe it was early Spring on a Sunday afternoon in 2009. I was in the kitchen making lunch when I heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, four young children were standing on the porch, one of the boys was carrying a small kitten in his hands. I asked, "What can I do for you kids?"

They replied with one voice, "Mister, would you like to have a kitten?"

I looked at the four of them, smiled, and asked, "Where did you kids get him?"

The oldest boy said, "His mother was run over by a car, and this is the last kitten left."

I thought, how ironic. The day before on a Saturday afternoon I saw several signs nailed to a tree that read, “Free Kittens.” I almost stopped but decided not to. Being springtime there were usually a few households that advertised free kittens. The next day, you came to my door. You were small and hadn’t been weaned yet, so I fed you with a baby bottle for several weeks. You were light beige, smokey in color, having a few stripes here and there, now you’re all gray. I saw a bit of Siamese and other mixes in you. You were so cute I told the kids, ‘Okay, I'll take him.’ I remember, as small as you were you always pestered Little Bit, you remember, my dog, that’s why I named you Tough Guy.

Come on now, go out in the woods and catch yourself a mouse.” Lance opened the screen door, and Tough Guy slowly walked to the woods.

His visiting angel Margaret came to the back porch and asked Lance if he needed anything.

“Yes, Margaret. There’s a book on the top shelf in my bookcase; it’s about World War Two. It has a clear plastic folder in it, can you get it for me?”

Margaret reminded him, “Lance there are two bookcases, which one?”

“Oh, I forgot, it’s the one on the left.”

Several minutes passed when Margaret returned carrying the book Lance had requested. “Thank you, Margaret.” After putting on his glasses, he took the folder from the book, opened it, and pulled out several old pictures and four postcards. The first photo was of his father and mother when they were first married; at the bottom, they had written, ‘Love, from Mom and Dad.’ The second photo was of his parents and his younger sister and brother. All four have passed away, leaving Lance alone now. The four postcards were sent to him while yet serving in the Navy. There was also a photo of him in uniform. He had a broad smile on his face and was holding a Coke in one hand and a sandwich in the other.

Looking at the photos, he had a momentary flashback of his younger days and the good times he shared with his family and friends. Reaching into the folder, Lance removed two sheets of typing paper. He carefully unfolded them, then laid them on the table. They had yellowed over the years, but the print on them was still legible.

At the top of both papers, it said, ‘Citation.’ The body of the first letter read, ‘For distinguished service and meritorious achievement while serving aboard a United States aircraft carrier Ben Franklin which was making ready to strike the main Japanese Islands near Kobe, the date, March 19, 1945, the ship was hit in an enemy air attack, there followed a series of explosions of ready bombs, rockets, and ammunition below deck which threatened to destroy the carrier. In the face of continuing explosions and raging fires and during further enemy air attacks Lance Andrews continued to fight fires, jettison hot ammunition, and otherwise courageously assist in bringing the damage under control. Though injured and hurt, your courage, loyalty, and devotion to duty contributed materially to the saving of the ship and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.’

When he finished reading, tears came to his eyes, he could never forget the pain. ‘Get hold of yourself, Lance, it was a long time ago.’ He reached for the second sheet. It was a citation for the Purple Heart. It read, ‘For military merit and wounds received in action.’

Margaret was in the kitchen cooking lunch for Lance and herself when the doorbell rang. She looked out the window to see two young men standing by the front door. She walked over, opened it, and asked, “Can I help you?”

“We are sorry to bother you Margret, but we would like to speak to Mr. Andrews.”

Margret thought, ‘I wonder how he knows my name?’ Then said to them, “Is he expecting you?”

“Yes.”

“Come in then.” Thinking to herself, ‘Mr. Andrews must have told them about me.’

The two then stepped into the house. The one man thanked Margret for inviting them in.

“Can you wait one moment, Lance is on the back porch, I’ll tell him he has company. Can I tell him who is calling on him?”

“My name is Jonathan; this is my friend Caleb. We would like to speak to Mr. Andrews about the time he was wounded when his ship was attacked and set afire near Kobe Japan.”

Margaret looked at the two men and asked them, “Are you reporters?”

“No, just friends.”

“Mr. Andrews doesn’t speak much about those days, please don’t upset him” Margret replied.

“We won’t.”

Okay then. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Margret walked out to the back and told Lance he had two visitors, Jonathan and Caleb. “Show them in Margaret, I’ve been expecting them.”

Margaret looked at him funny, thinking to herself “Strange, he usually tells me when he’s expecting visitors, he must have forgotten.”

She returned to the kitchen, and said to the two men, “Gentlemen, follow me, Mr. Andrews will see you on the back porch.”

The two walked to the back porch where Lance was sitting, Margret returned to the kitchen. “Hello Lance, do you remember us?”

Lance looked up at the two standing there and said, “Yes, I do; you’re the two that pulled me from the fire.”

“That’s right, now it’s time for you to come home with us.”

Lance smiled at the two men, removed his glasses, reached out, took the two photos of his parents, and put them back into the folder with the postcards and two citations. He then took the folder, placed it back into the book, and closed it. He looked out into the backyard and saw two white doves standing in the grass. Lance reached out his right hand, opened the Bible on the side table, put his finger on it, and then closed his eyes.

Margaret had finished preparing lunch. She listened to hear voices but heard nothing. She called, “Lance, lunch is ready.” But there was only silence. “Ah, he must be busy talking.” She walked to the back porch and saw Lance slumped over in his chair; the two men were nowhere to be seen. “Lance, wake up.” But he never moved. Margaret immediately knew Lance was gone. She saw his hand was on the Bible by his side, his index finger on one verse. She looked down to see it was on 1 Thessalonians 4:14, ‘For the dead in Christ shall rise first.”

Margaret began to cry. She had grown fond of Mr. Andrews and had gained a great deal of respect for him. He was a kind and gentle man and a man of honor. She knew the horrors of war, for they had left deep scars on his heart and body. She walked over to the screen door, opened it, and saw two White-Winged doves fly off. She stood there momentarily, staring at the wooded area in the rear of the house. It was an overcast and chilly day, yet peaceful and quiet. After a few minutes had passed, she saw Tough Guy approaching the house with a tiny mouse in his mouth.

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The LORD said, Ezekiel 36:19, “I scattered them (the Jews) among the heathen, and they were dispersed through the countries: according to their way and according to their doings I judged them."

Hosea 3:4-5, "The children of Israel shall abide many days without a king, and without a prince, and without a sacrifice (Without the Temple).”

These scriptures were fulfilled when, 70 years after Nebuchanezzar destroyed Jerusalem exiling the surviving Jews, they were liberated by Cyrus and eventually able to return and rebuild the temple and Jerusalem in the 6th century BCE.


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I wrote a novel based on the last days several years ago. It's sitting on my computer and will never get published; I can't afford it. This one story is based on a real person (I did change his name) and a real event. But I did add to it so it would fit the storyline. I hope they don't throw me off the forum for posting it. but I do think you will enjoy it. I also own the book that was given only to the crew of the Aircraft carrier Ben Franklin. I own his commendation for bravery, and document for a Purple Heart.

Lance Andrews On the Aircraft Carrier, U.S.S. Franklin
The hand of an engineer reached for the cord, and the blast from the whistle of a locomotive split the air. Lance Andrews listened to the long wail of the approaching train about a half mile from his home. It was early January; the New Year was one week old.

Lance was born in Manchester, Virginia, in 1923 and educated at the University of Maryland. He inherited from his father a love for writing, especially war stories. He was a World War Two veteran having served two tours in the Navy. His last tour of duty was served on the Aircraft carrier Ben Franklin.

Mr. Andrews spent most of his time alone these days on the back porch sitting in his favorite rocking chair looking out into the woods, reminiscing about his youth, family, and days gone by. His hands shook too much for him to write, and his eyes dimmed to the point where reading was difficult. Lance’s wife died twenty years earlier from breast cancer, and most of his friends are now gone. His two daughters are in their late seventies, both now live in nursing homes. His son Jeff married a woman who lived in Atlanta, Georgia, and has remained there ever since.

Lance’s assigned nurse, Margaret, would stop by each day to help him with any chores and prepare his lunch. Other than that, Lance remained independent and, for his age, in reasonably good health. He could still get around with a cane but because of his poor vision, he could no longer drive.

Toward the end of World War II, on March 19, 1945, Lance was on the Aircraft carrier Ben Franklin sixty-five miles off the Japanese coast near Kobe when his ship was attacked and hit by three 500 kg bombs in an enemy air strike. The ship began to burn uncontrollably following a series of exploding bombs, rockets, and ammunition stored below deck. He recalled in the face of continuing explosions and fires and while the ship was still under attack, he, with two other sailors, continued to fight the fires below deck, moving ammunition away from the fires. Suddenly, he was struck in the head by shrapnel from an exploding bomb. Trapped below deck and injured, his two shipmates attempted to reach him, but could not because of the heat and flames from the fire. “I thought I was a goner.”

Lance recalled being on the verge of passing out when two men came from out of nowhere, walked through the flames, lifted a heavy beam off his legs, and carried him through the smoke and exploding munitions. Remarkably, he suffered only a few burns on his hands and legs. He was lying in a bed on a Naval Hospital ship when he woke up six days later. Several months had passed when his two shipmates came to see me; “How could I ever forget those two guys?” he thought.

While lying in bed, his Boatswain mate William Neilson said, “Hi Lance, how are you?”

“I’m doing better, how about the two of you?”

The second man, Ralph, said, “We made it out okay, but we lost plenty of the guys. We thought you were dead, but they found you on the top deck. You must have crawled up the stairs, but how in the heck, did you get that beam off your legs? It would have taken at least two men to lift it. We could never figure it out.”

Stunned at their words, I replied, “I thought you two came through the fire and brought me out.”

“It wasn’t us; we couldn’t get through. It was so hot we had to get ourselves out of there.”

“Then who carried me out?”

“Nobody carried you out, no one could have gotten through those flames.”

Sitting quietly rocking in his rocker, thinking of the past, he felt his cat Tough Guy rubbing up against his legs. “What’s the matter, Tough Guy? Are you lonely?” He reached his hand down and patted him on the head. “I guess we’ve both seen our better days. How old are you now? Hmm, I think you’re almost fifteen.

I remember when we met, I believe it was early Spring on a Sunday afternoon in 2009. I was in the kitchen making lunch when I heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, four young children were standing on the porch, one of the boys was carrying a small kitten in his hands. I asked, "What can I do for you kids?"

They replied with one voice, "Mister, would you like to have a kitten?"

I looked at the four of them, smiled, and asked, "Where did you kids get him?"

The oldest boy said, "His mother was run over by a car, and this is the last kitten left."

I thought, how ironic. The day before on a Saturday afternoon I saw several signs nailed to a tree that read, “Free Kittens.” I almost stopped but decided not to. Being springtime there were usually a few households that advertised free kittens. The next day, you came to my door. You were small and hadn’t been weaned yet, so I fed you with a baby bottle for several weeks. You were light beige, smokey in color, having a few stripes here and there, now you’re all gray. I saw a bit of Siamese and other mixes in you. You were so cute I told the kids, ‘Okay, I'll take him.’ I remember, as small as you were you always pestered Little Bit, you remember, my dog, that’s why I named you Tough Guy.

Come on now, go out in the woods and catch yourself a mouse.” Lance opened the screen door, and Tough Guy slowly walked to the woods.

His visiting angel Margaret came to the back porch and asked Lance if he needed anything.

“Yes, Margaret. There’s a book on the top shelf in my bookcase; it’s about World War Two. It has a clear plastic folder in it, can you get it for me?”

Margaret reminded him, “Lance there are two bookcases, which one?”

“Oh, I forgot, it’s the one on the left.”

Several minutes passed when Margaret returned carrying the book Lance had requested. “Thank you, Margaret.” After putting on his glasses, he took the folder from the book, opened it, and pulled out several old pictures and four postcards. The first photo was of his father and mother when they were first married; at the bottom, they had written, ‘Love, from Mom and Dad.’ The second photo was of his parents and his younger sister and brother. All four have passed away, leaving Lance alone now. The four postcards were sent to him while yet serving in the Navy. There was also a photo of him in uniform. He had a broad smile on his face and was holding a Coke in one hand and a sandwich in the other.

Looking at the photos, he had a momentary flashback of his younger days and the good times he shared with his family and friends. Reaching into the folder, Lance removed two sheets of typing paper. He carefully unfolded them, then laid them on the table. They had yellowed over the years, but the print on them was still legible.

At the top of both papers, it said, ‘Citation.’ The body of the first letter read, ‘For distinguished service and meritorious achievement while serving aboard a United States aircraft carrier Ben Franklin which was making ready to strike the main Japanese Islands near Kobe, the date, March 19, 1945, the ship was hit in an enemy air attack, there followed a series of explosions of ready bombs, rockets, and ammunition below deck which threatened to destroy the carrier. In the face of continuing explosions and raging fires and during further enemy air attacks Lance Andrews continued to fight fires, jettison hot ammunition, and otherwise courageously assist in bringing the damage under control. Though injured and hurt, your courage, loyalty, and devotion to duty contributed materially to the saving of the ship and were in keeping with the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.’

When he finished reading, tears came to his eyes, he could never forget the pain. ‘Get hold of yourself, Lance, it was a long time ago.’ He reached for the second sheet. It was a citation for the Purple Heart. It read, ‘For military merit and wounds received in action.’

Margaret was in the kitchen cooking lunch for Lance and herself when the doorbell rang. She looked out the window to see two young men standing by the front door. She walked over, opened it, and asked, “Can I help you?”

“We are sorry to bother you Margret, but we would like to speak to Mr. Andrews.”

Margret thought, ‘I wonder how he knows my name?’ Then said to them, “Is he expecting you?”

“Yes.”

“Come in then.” Thinking to herself, ‘Mr. Andrews must have told them about me.’

The two then stepped into the house. The one man thanked Margret for inviting them in.

“Can you wait one moment, Lance is on the back porch, I’ll tell him he has company. Can I tell him who is calling on him?”

“My name is Jonathan; this is my friend Caleb. We would like to speak to Mr. Andrews about the time he was wounded when his ship was attacked and set afire near Kobe Japan.”

Margaret looked at the two men and asked them, “Are you reporters?”

“No, just friends.”

“Mr. Andrews doesn’t speak much about those days, please don’t upset him” Margret replied.

“We won’t.”

Okay then. Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Margret walked out to the back and told Lance he had two visitors, Jonathan and Caleb. “Show them in Margaret, I’ve been expecting them.”

Margaret looked at him funny, thinking to herself “Strange, he usually tells me when he’s expecting visitors, he must have forgotten.”

She returned to the kitchen, and said to the two men, “Gentlemen, follow me, Mr. Andrews will see you on the back porch.”

The two walked to the back porch where Lance was sitting, Margret returned to the kitchen. “Hello Lance, do you remember us?”

Lance looked up at the two standing there and said, “Yes, I do; you’re the two that pulled me from the fire.”

“That’s right, now it’s time for you to come home with us.”

Lance smiled at the two men, removed his glasses, reached out, took the two photos of his parents, and put them back into the folder with the postcards and two citations. He then took the folder, placed it back into the book, and closed it. He looked out into the backyard and saw two white doves standing in the grass. Lance reached out his right hand, opened the Bible on the side table, put his finger on it, and then closed his eyes.

Margaret had finished preparing lunch. She listened to hear voices but heard nothing. She called, “Lance, lunch is ready.” But there was only silence. “Ah, he must be busy talking.” She walked to the back porch and saw Lance slumped over in his chair; the two men were nowhere to be seen. “Lance, wake up.” But he never moved. Margaret immediately knew Lance was gone. She saw his hand was on the Bible by his side, his index finger on one verse. She looked down to see it was on 1 Thessalonians 4:14, ‘For the dead in Christ shall rise first.”

Margaret began to cry. She had grown fond of Mr. Andrews and had gained a great deal of respect for him. He was a kind and gentle man and a man of honor. She knew the horrors of war, for they had left deep scars on his heart and body. She walked over to the screen door, opened it, and saw two White-Winged doves fly off. She stood there momentarily, staring at the wooded area in the rear of the house. It was an overcast and chilly day, yet peaceful and quiet. After a few minutes had passed, she saw Tough Guy approaching the house with a tiny mouse in his mouth.

No comments necessary, it's a short story.

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No comments necessary, it's a short story.

The man not be necessary but I will make some anyway since this, to the best of my kniwledge us a debate forum...



IF CHRIST'S PRESENCE BEGAN IN 1914 WHY WAS IT NOT MARKED BY AN IMPROVEMENT IN WORLD CONDITIONS?

• One might assume that if Jesus did begin ruling in 1914 (see link below for evidence to support this point), then conditions would improve on earth. Why then does the bible indicate this period (often referred to as "The Last Days"/Christ's "presence" (aka "the parousia") or in the book of Revelation, "The Lords day") would be marked by war, social and environmental crisis, and political instability?
  

  1914​—A Significant Year in Bible Prophecy
  https://www.jw.org/en/publications/book ... -prophecy/

WAR IN HEAVEN!

Thanks to the bible book of Revelation we find the missing piece to this puzzle. It explains that one of Christ's* first actions as King was to clean the heavens of demonic presence. Revelation describes this event (unperceived by humans) in this way.

REVELATION 12:7-9NWT

And war broke out in heaven: Michael* and his angels battled with the dragon, and the dragon and its angels battled but they did not prevail, nor was a place found for them any longer in heaven. So down the great dragon was hurled, the original serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, who is misleading the entire inhabited earth; he was hurled down to the earth,+ and his angels were hurled down with him.

* JESUS under his heavenly name Michael

Note what the bible says is the effect of the above ...

REVELATION 12:12 NWT
I heard a loud voice in heaven say:

“... be glad, you heavens and you who reside in them! Woe for the earth and for the sea, because the Devil has come down to you, having great anger, knowing that he has a short period of time.�

Evidently the presence of Satan hitherto free to reside in heaven or on earth, but as if the 20th century restricted uniquely to the vicinity of the earth, has a dramatic effect on earth's inhabitants. Angered by his defeat and impendjng doom, restricted in his movements it seems Satan and the demons intensify their efforts to cause the maximum of damage both to God's planet, his (God's) earthly creation (humans in general) and particular, his faithful servants.

CONCLUSION The Apostle John was given a series of prophetic visions, to be fulfilled during the period leading up to and including {quote} "The Lords day", (aka "Christ's presence"/parousia) aka "The Last Days". The war in heaven around 1914 and Satan's debasement to the vicinity of the earth, explains why the start Jesus rulership is a time of global conflict and increased anguish for earth inhabitants . Happily this period is described as bejng "short" and will end when Jesus "returns" (The Second Coming) for the final battle between good and evil called in the bible, Armageddon.

To learn more please go to other posts related to...

SATAN THE DEVIL , THE LAKE OF FIRE and ...THE BOOK OF REVELATION

For more on this topic please go to other posts related to...

LAST DAYS and ...THE SECOND COMING *and ... "DELAYS "DEBUNKED,

*The Return of Christ