I know how she felt. Growing up, it seemed Dr. Silver preached at least 50% of the Sunday Night Sermons on the second coming. I don’t know whether this was a passion of his, or whether he thought Jesus’ return was imminent, but the end times were a big part of my growing up.
One prophecy Dr. Silver frequently mentioned was that in the end times, the moon would turn blood-red. I swear, when I’d walk out to the car after the service, I bet half the time or more I’d see a full moon staring down ominously at me – blood red! It was enough to make me wonder whether it was even worth brushing my teeth that night.
So intrigued was I with all this end-times talk that I felt compelled to do a little “preaching” to my younger sister. I’d guess I was around 10 and she would have been 7. I suppose my teaching wasn’t very encouraging to her, because she quickly began crying and ran downstairs to my dad.
My dad was an elementary school principal, and “good ole boy” who was and is generally easy-going. But he wasn’t too happy with my preaching and told me to stop scaring my sister, “because everybody who likes Jesus is going to be okay!”
Well. I wanted to debate him on that, but I could just sense that he wasn’t up for a discussion on eschatology.
So my preaching stopped, but I continued to learn more and more about the beast, the dragon with all the heads and crowns, the pregnant woman whose baby was about to be devoured, and maybe most of all the lukewarm church of Laodicea. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that God was about to spew those lukewarm Laodiceans out of his mouth – what an image.