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chapter 24 verses 37-39). In those days when Noah was building the ark, there was much

going on. Much like the work this country is caught up in today. Commerce much building

and a whole lot of partying. Adulteries, fornication, hypocrisy, idolatry, stealing, murder,

and every other atrocity committed by mankind. There were young people getting married

and having babies. Some were just beginning to overcome the struggle to have a little

more out of life. And because they were caught up in the struggle of that man made

empire, they could not hear the sound of the trumpet! Yeah everyone was too busy; to

listen to what Noah was trying to tell them. Some actually laughed at the man and called

him crazy, and said he was possessed of a demon. But when the final hour came, and the

truth was realized, it was too late to come in. Cause the door had already been shut! ITS

TIME TO STOP YALL!

If only I could escape this painful duty. If only I had some place to run—some place to

hide! But I cannot. For my very life is cut off. Everywhere I turn, each time I try to escape, I

find myself back in this four cornered room, sitting before my typewriter, faced with a duty I

feel so unworthy of. I tried to hide myself in a world of drugs, yet he found me. I tried to

hide in strong liquor, still he found me. I tried to hide in a world of sexual pleasure, yet he

found me still. I even drove an eighteen- wheeler across country. Yeah, day and night I

drove, hoping to outrun him, but he was there all the time, and he found me still. ITS

TIME TO STOP YALL! The whole world stands naked, and open before God. There is

nothing hidden from his sight. Every act, every word spoken, every deed done is recorded

and kept in the books of judgement. Therefore, no one will be able to say; no it was not I.

For all things are accounted for even the very number of hairs on our heads. (Matthew

chapter 10 verses 29-31 and chapter 12 verses 36-37). Now my soul is troubled, for my

deeds of wrong- doing have been many. And my whole life is a failure. And still, I am

stumbling and falling. Oh! That I could rise in the morning, and never fall again, Just to

drink this cup that is before me, and do my duty as a man. To sound the trumpet as the