10-31-2013, 06:13 AM
A quote landed in his lap, one he recognized, at least in part.
The worm which does not die and the fire that is not quenched were referenced in both Isaiah and repeated by Mark, the latter quoted by Jesus himself to depict the final victory over the enemies of the Lord. The number of their corpses shall be so many that the worm that feeds on them, maggots, would never die, and their souls will suffer unquenched in the eternal fires of hell.
Jensen thought back to the long year of his life filled with his class on Revelation. An entire exhausting year: Revelation 1 in the fall and Revelation 2 in the spring. Together, those two courses were the most feared by every seminary student, and for good reason. The prophecies of the End Times were woven through all the dispensations of the Bible. What was revealed to John was beyond the capacity of human interpretation, therefore the book was filled with metaphors and symbolism. It was incredibly difficult to understand.
Some things were clear though. The coming antichrist would impose his will upon the earth. He would unify the world with peace and charisma. He would perform miracles. He would claim to be God. It certainly could be the Ascendancy, and there were men known to kneel before him as though in worship. But Jensen was unaware of the man claiming to be God, nor of any miracles per say. At least, none of the sort which Jensen himself could perform - the orb of light came to mind: a rather frightening distinction.
Jensen slowly nodded along. The turmoil of the last few minutes faded behind the focus of his mind on interpreting this challenge, and a sense of calm smothered the tension in the back of his throat. What John proposed was difficult to argue. Knowing what Jensen did of himself, of his own ... abilities? powers? gifts? - it still felt strange to acknowledge himself as blessed and not damned - the apocalypse could very well be upon them.
And he left his family behind to fend for themselves.
Perhaps detachment was for the best. Could he really run into a fight knowing they were in danger?
John weighed the consequence of his conclusion, and Jensen blinked taciturn. "I think I read an article about Jon Little Bird a while ago."
He thought. When it came to current events, Jensen kept a shallow understanding. "And Nicholas Trano is incredibly outspoken against the CCD. Wait. Aren't they both in Moscow right now?"
Jensen leaned forward, seeking guidance. "Should I try to find them? Maybe I can help?"
It was a long leap from hiding in the shadows to seeking the front lines, but the only thing Jensen feared was the shame waiting in the bright light of the public eye. Of the war itself, he was confident it was already won. At the moment of Creation.
The worm which does not die and the fire that is not quenched were referenced in both Isaiah and repeated by Mark, the latter quoted by Jesus himself to depict the final victory over the enemies of the Lord. The number of their corpses shall be so many that the worm that feeds on them, maggots, would never die, and their souls will suffer unquenched in the eternal fires of hell.
Jensen thought back to the long year of his life filled with his class on Revelation. An entire exhausting year: Revelation 1 in the fall and Revelation 2 in the spring. Together, those two courses were the most feared by every seminary student, and for good reason. The prophecies of the End Times were woven through all the dispensations of the Bible. What was revealed to John was beyond the capacity of human interpretation, therefore the book was filled with metaphors and symbolism. It was incredibly difficult to understand.
Some things were clear though. The coming antichrist would impose his will upon the earth. He would unify the world with peace and charisma. He would perform miracles. He would claim to be God. It certainly could be the Ascendancy, and there were men known to kneel before him as though in worship. But Jensen was unaware of the man claiming to be God, nor of any miracles per say. At least, none of the sort which Jensen himself could perform - the orb of light came to mind: a rather frightening distinction.
Jensen slowly nodded along. The turmoil of the last few minutes faded behind the focus of his mind on interpreting this challenge, and a sense of calm smothered the tension in the back of his throat. What John proposed was difficult to argue. Knowing what Jensen did of himself, of his own ... abilities? powers? gifts? - it still felt strange to acknowledge himself as blessed and not damned - the apocalypse could very well be upon them.
And he left his family behind to fend for themselves.
Perhaps detachment was for the best. Could he really run into a fight knowing they were in danger?
John weighed the consequence of his conclusion, and Jensen blinked taciturn. "I think I read an article about Jon Little Bird a while ago."
He thought. When it came to current events, Jensen kept a shallow understanding. "And Nicholas Trano is incredibly outspoken against the CCD. Wait. Aren't they both in Moscow right now?"
Jensen leaned forward, seeking guidance. "Should I try to find them? Maybe I can help?"
It was a long leap from hiding in the shadows to seeking the front lines, but the only thing Jensen feared was the shame waiting in the bright light of the public eye. Of the war itself, he was confident it was already won. At the moment of Creation.