Isaiah wrote to a people who had just watched their safest place fall, and his answer wasn’t comfort, it was correction: the city was never the Rock. It was only ever a picture of one. This post traces bitchu and Tzur Olamim back through their roots, into Corrie ten Boom’s hidden room and Ravensbrück, and asks the question underneath all of it. What have you quietly built your safety on, and what happens to your trust when it shakes?
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Why I Believe We Are Living in the End Times — and Why I’m Unbothered by Those Who Think I’ve Lost My Marbles
I’m aware of how this title lands. I’ve seen the eye-rolls, and honestly, I get it — the end times space has more than its share of sensationalism, date-setting, and people who seem to be enjoying the chaos a little too much. I’m not that. What I am is someone who has spent a lot of time looking carefully at Scripture, at history, and at current events — and who finds the convergence of all three genuinely difficult to dismiss. This is not a panic post. It’s a reference post. Take what’s useful, push back on what you disagree with, and at minimum, consider the possibility that the patterns are worth a serious look.