The Last Days

“A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, ‘You are mad; you are not like us.’”  ~ St. Anthony the Great

During Orthodox Christian Holy Week before we celebrated Pascha (Easter for other/Western Christians), my church’s bishop came to speak to us on Holy Tuesday evening, as he usually does every year during Holy Week.

In the midst of his homily, he stated (with a bit of paraphrasing), “In 2020, we entered the Last Days.”

This was chilling to hear but not too surprising, as our bishop speaks eschatologically often.

However, it was still sobering to hear him say this. Now, this may be his personal belief, meaning he was not speaking for the Church in a doctrinal or dogmatic manner. Still, it was both sobering and informative.

He uttered the words “Last Days”, not “The End Times”.

We have been in the End Times for nearly 2000 years. But the Last Days is the era that eventually includes the appearance of the antichrist and at some point (we don’t speculate on when this is), our Lord and Savior’s Second Coming.

Having said that, we have no idea how long the Last Days are to be. Days, years, centuries. They could last another 2000 or more years.

However, the state of the world tells us we are in the midst of a spiritual darkness spreading like poisonous tentacles all over the world.

For the past few years, I’ve seen and experienced how the culture and geo-political issues have become alarming.

From flat out denial of scientific biological facts to any sense of sanity or concern regarding our leaders stepping off the cliff into a third world war where mutual nuclear annihilation is certain to occur.

What happened to the leaders that used to understand mutual destruction and made every effort to not take that reckless path but worked for some type of diplomatic solution to world problems?

There is a war on Nature and therefore God, too, and it has been going on for several years now. But all of these issues have culminated quickly in the past two to three years.

Many people, who are blinded with pride, have no problem destroying the environment around them to further their supposed advanced technological discoveries. Nor do they care about the citizens of the globe that do not have the power to stop any of this, who are the main ones paying the price.

Saint Paul said, “Everything is permissible for me, but not everything is beneficial.” (Corinthians 6:12 NIV)

Because we live in a country that promotes never ending oneupmanship that is led by a need to make the most money, there is no off ramp, no halt to examine what we are doing before we take the risk or leap with no return, such as we are learning through AI executives of Google and Apple who are now asking for a moratorium.

Unfortunately, the video I saw on an interview with an ex-Google top official, he had said that if that person doesn’t take the next irreversible step, another person will.

While we are on the precipice of WWIII, we are grappling with this impending AI disaster, as well as no one being permitted to speak the absolute truth that there are two sexes. Science and biology have shown this for millions of years.

I personally think our political and economic systems are broken and need a true overhaul that actually centers on the whole of humanity and not just those who have the power and money to decide what the rest of us are to live with.

The nonsensical rhetoric from radical movements and some political figures regarding the cultural and geo-political situations tells us that we’re at a time in human history that Saint Anthony the Great warned us about.

Throughout the history of man via the Old Testament, we see humanity degrades to evil behaviors, and pride is usually at the root. God had to come in and clean up these messes by us humans, which is done by purging humanity, such as the flood did, giving humanity another chance to make efforts to be selfless and love one another.

Because none of us have the power to stop all of the destruction and evil that is taking place, this purging will take place again, via Orthodox Christian prophecies I’ve read, but this will be the last one where God helps us to walk a righteous path.

The suffering that will increase in the coming days, months, years, that my bishop mentioned, and WWIII being part of it, I’m working to cling to Christ and am struggling to follow Him and His teachings, which include confession and repentance.

I’m praying my focus stays on this:

John 16:33 “These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.”

I felt compelled to write this, as I do not want to be lukewarm for which God spits me out, but a good servant and follower of God.

Praying for all. Love to all. God bless.

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A New Year with New Possibilities & New Adventures

The end of 2022 was a bit of a rough one for me.

This past Thursday, December 29, 2022, God was with us and helped me stay calm and clear headed when my youngest son, Christopher, my older son’s friend, Alex, and I were in the terrible accident that afternoon.

Thank God we’re okay. But I can’t get over the erratic driver in front of me that drifted off the road from the right lane as if asleep or on his phone. The car slammed into the concrete side of the overpass and jumped back on the road only about 20 feet in front of me, swerving and slamming on his brakes.

I slammed on my brakes but realized he was too close and I’d hit the back of his car head on, so I turned the steering wheel to the left to get away from his crazy swerving.

And BAM!

I was hit from the side or rather I must have hit someone in the lane next to me but couldn’t see because my door was hit, the window shattered into small pieces, and the airbags took up the whole window space. I kept saying, “Oh my God!”

I’d taken Alex with me after getting off work (we work at the same place) and Christopher from his workplace and headed home. It happened close to the exit for my workplace on I-25.

I was so so shocked after I moved to the side of the road and stopped, I kept rambling about the crazy driver and couldn’t believe it had happened. Small pieces of glass from the window were on the door and inside the the front driver seat area and apparently on the seat.

I was a little sore where the seatbelt was against my chest but so thankful that and the airbags kept me safe.

And I‘m most thankful to God that we’re all okay and to my guardian angel as well that I’m okay. If I hadn’t banged into the pick up truck next to me (found out after I stopped and saw their car), if I’d been T-boned, I’d have been seriously injured or dead.

Alex called 911, which apparently they were overwhelmed with calls and he had to wait a couple of minutes for someone to answer. Anyway, they called the police so they’d come to where we were.

The dangerous driver apparently left the scene. How awful.

I’m also thankful that the guy in the pick up truck saw it all and confirmed my report and experience.

My car was towed to a repair shop and I’ve requested a rental car. The policeman was kind enough to drive us home and said I did the best I could in that situation.

Thank you, God.

Now, I must wait 2-3 weeks for an estimate on my car, but from what the woman told me at the repair place this past Friday, it’s likely my lovely 2021 Mazda CX-3 is totaled because the airbags alone are between $8,000 and $10,000 and take months to obtain and be replaced.

I’ll be driving a rental for the next couple of weeks or so (hoping it’s less), preparing to hear from my insurance company and whatever they need to do to send me a check or whatever to go out and get another vehicle hopefully sooner rather than later. I’m the sole driver for Christopher and Alex for their work, as well as my own. I also do delivery as part of my job, and having a car is crucial to my livelihood.

My oldest son, Nicholas, told me to take a picture of my wrecked car.

But today is a New Year, and I’m planning to enjoy it with these traditional treats:

My St. Basil’s New Year bread is ready to be sliced up for Christ, His Mother, the Poor, St. Basil, and my family members. There is a coin hidden inside. Whoever gets the coin in their slice has blessings for the year!

My Greek honey cookies (melamakarona), a tradition in my family. I make them every year for New Year’s Eve and the New Year. They are my favorite Greek sweet. 🙂

After nearly facing serious injury or possible death, my perspective on life is much more precious and vivid. I’m even more grateful each day for everything in my life than before. God is good. He makes something good out of something bad. I look forward to this year’s journey.

I hope you all have a wonderful, blessed 2023!

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