“Then you’ll see that your precious life insurance policywasn’t worth the paper it was written on.Your careful precautions against deathwere a pack of illusions and lies.When the disaster happens,you’ll be crushed by it.Every time disaster comes, you’ll be in on it—disaster in the morning, disaster at night.”Every report of disasterwill send you cowering in terror.There will be no place where you can rest,nothing to hide under.God will rise to full stature,raging as he did long ago on Mount PerazimAnd in the valley of Gibeon against the Philistines.But this time it’s against you.Hard to believe, but true.Not what you’d expect, but it’s coming.Sober up, friends, and don’t scoff.Scoffing will just make it worse.I’ve heard the orders issued for destruction, orders fromGod-of-the-Angel-Armies—ending up in an international disaster.