If scoffers and critics of God and the Bible ever intend to contend seriously with the prospect of adding substance to their incessant sounding of the death knell, thereby driving the final nail into the coffin of the idea that “God is dead”, they should forthwith consider attacking Him on His turf! Understanding Him and His game plan can only benefit an otherwise phenomenally lost cause.

The Book of the Revelation of Jesus Christ is a book as fascinating as it is filled with Divinely inspired, eschatological intrigue—the kind only God can set up and make known. It is at the same time a somber prophetic, literary masterwork dire in its predictions, bleak to the extreme in its outlook for all mankind—even for those non-believers unfortunate enough to be alive during those days, only to suffer the anguish of death as martyrs, having become saints. As such, in light of it’s unswerving and, perhaps, its unnerving accuracy—it paints a futuristic picture void of hope—even in veritable full view of the Hope. Moreover, that future is one dark, a hellishly foreboding last days’ expectation for the history of humanity and of the world we inhabit (this we conclude, given that rejection of The Hope, is equivalent to having no hope at all.).

Probably you, as I, have a favourite number. We choose to use that number more than others because we like it best. God seems to have a number which He prefers, too.