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In responding to things said by others, sometimes we stumble on words that speak of things a lot higher than our thoughts:

Bemoaning the onslaught of wickedness seen in the powers of this world, a friend posted his mind. ( http://shortfellow.wordpress.com/2011/10/13/come-quickly-lord/ )

The following reply came as fast as my stumbly fingers could cut loose of them:

What we are witnessing is the fermentation of a wine which the nations will gather to drink on that great day in the valley of decision. Let them gather their crop of wickedness. Let them press out all the filth they can drink. They are preparing a war toast. And they will gather together to toast to what they perceive as a victory against God.

Even so, Lord Jesus, come.

By His Grace.