Blasphemy Under Hail
From the sky huge hailstones of about a hundred pounds each fell upon men. And they cursed God on account of the plague of hail, because the plague was so terrible.
Revelation 16:21 (NIV)
From skies fell seventy-pound stones; men cursed God for terrible plagues. Frustrated judgment's purpose: no hail converts hard hearts. Pain without repentance becomes blasphemy. Calamities reveal, never reform. Whoever never bends knees clenches fists. Judgment shows what hearts already were.
And they cursed God for hail: blaming Judges for judgments. Pride's perverse purpose: inverting faults. Instead of confessing sins, they swore at skies. Hardened hearts turn final mercies into hatred motives. Last plagues, last wasted chances. Blasphemy is suicide with words.
Because terrible plagues: narrators confirm intensity. God never plays at judgment. Severity's purpose saves through fear when love was refused. Talent-weight hail weighs consciences: God speaks loudly to volunteer deaf. But deafness resisting thunders seals destinies. Fear today prevents hail tomorrow.
Today, decide before small plagues: bend before heaven weighs hands. Turn pains into repentance, never blasphemy. Every squeeze's purpose is approach. Judgments begin whispering; end hailing. Hear whispers sparing stones.
And bend early: bended knees escape hails. Bend early today. Bended knees escape. Fear God. Repent now. Turn fast. Turn fast and pray hard. Confess sins. Seek mercy. Soften. Yield. Yield hearts and lift hands. Worship truly. Obey fully.