I was at work this afternoon when the earthquake hit. Like must East-Coast folks, my first reaction was, “That can’t be an earthquake–we don’t have earthquakes out here!” I’ve felt a few earthquakes during my visits to California, and it’s always quite unsettling. Thankfully, there was no damage in my area. The big Merck manufacturing and testing facility down the street evacuated as a precaution, but there was apparently no harm done. I’m still waiting to hear about the extent of the damage further south.

Geoff stopped by my desk on his way home and made a joke about the signs of “the end times.” That made me think: according to the New Testament, we’ve been in “the end times” for 1,982 years now, and the earth is still groaning in travail, awaiting the revelation of the sons of God (Rom 8).

מרנא תא

Come quickly, Lord Jesus.