Back when our boys were two and three our sanity was continually being tried. It seemed every time we turned around they were into something. We have seen everything from using jelly as hair gel to coating the wood floors with Vics vapor rub to create their own skating rink. One morning as my wife was putting toys away she noticed some of the toys in the toy box were sticky. After further examination she found the whole bottle of syrup was confiscated out of the kitchen and poured over the toys in the toy box. I guess when you love something so much you want it everywhere you are! Our oldest son blamed it on his two year old brother (which was not unusual) and our two year old answered with the same response he does now at six when you ask him if he did something, “I don’t know.”

We are naturally inclined to enjoy the enigma of the last days. Theories of the anti-christ, seal judgments, and the rapture abound. I have a whole shelf dedicated to books that deal with the end times. The problem is we don’t know all the answers. We don’t know when the rapture will take place, or when the Antichrist will be revealed. We don’t know what is going to happen to America and how this country will fit in prophecy. We simply don’t have the answers…we don’t know!

The disciples were human just like us. They desired to know what the end was going to be like as well. Acts 1:6-8 records the disciples eschatological curiosity when they ask Jesus, “Lord, wilt thou at this time restore again the kingdom to Israel? And he said unto them, It is not for you to know the times or the seasons, which the Father hath put in his own power.” But he commands them and us to “…Be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judaea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.” I trust that we are not so caught up with what we don’t know, that we have set aside what we do know.