“And I saw the dead, small and great, stand before God; and the books were opened: and another book was opened, which is the book of life: and the dead were judged out of those things which were written in the books, according to their works.”
—Revelation 20:12 KJV
“I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep.
But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd, whose own the sheep are not, seeth the wolf coming, and leaveth the sheep, and fleeth: and the wolf catcheth them, and scattereth the sheep. The hireling fleeth, because he is an hireling, and careth not for the sheep.
I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine.”
—John 10:11-14 KJV
Dreary cold rain today—determined to walk toward light. Re-fingered my rain-faded Thanksgiving message in the sand pile—accion de gracias—while the carpet team, wearing knee pads, nailed tack strips and measured floor space.
The question is a familiar one. I asked it as a child on my way to my grandmother’s house. My daughter asked it on many family trips. In the last few months of Belshazzar’s reign, Daniel receives another vision that prompted this question. The vision revealed further details on the little horn from his vision three years earlier.
Standoff on the banks of the Ulai. sketch:9:22:2013.
Truth trampled, cast down; little horn rising up against the Prince of princes—appalled at the scenes before them, the holy ones and Daniel ask the question—how long?