Christian fiction; Second Advent -- Fiction; Tribulation (Christian eschatology) -- Fiction
"How long is it since, in France, in the Revolution, the leading men,
the 'flower' of that capricious nation, carried in triumph in grand
procession the most beautiful harlot of Paris, to the Cathedral of
Notre Dame, and, unveiling and kissing her before the high altar,
proclaimed her as the 'Goddess of Reason,' exhorting the multitude of
people to forget all the childish things that they had been taught as
to the thunders of the wrath of God, for God was not, and had never
been.
"And all that happened while the 'salt of the earth,' was abroad, and
while that great, divine restrainer of evil, the Holy Spirit, the third
Person of the Trinity, was still upon the earth exercising His
restraint.
"And, in a week from to-day, I believe it will be absolutely impossible
to get a gathering like this. The world, the Flesh, the Devil, the
Antichrist, will have almost absolute sway, and if any of us will live
to God, we must be prepared to suffer the direst persecution, and all
the horrors of the Great Tribulation, with its thousands of martyrs,
will be the portion of those who will cleave to God, and flout
Antichrist."
A deep, sullen growl, like that of some huge savage beast, rose here
and there from a number of dissenters to these predictions.
Ralph lifted his head proudly, and fearlessly for his God, as he cried:
"There rises the first growl of the slumbering demon of Antichrist,
which, only too soon, shall possess almost the whole world. Soon, a
year, or two, less than that, doubtless. Antichrist will dominate the
earth's peoples. None will be able to trade, to buy or sell, unless
they bear on their forehead or their _right_ hand, the Mark of the
Beast. What will that mark be? I cannot tell. I do not know, no one
save Antichrist, and the Devil who has incarnated him, can as yet know,
I think."
Again that growl rose from the throats of some of the listeners. This
time it was deeper, fuller more voices joined in it, and the savage
note was more pronounced.
Suddenly, a mighty roar of thousands of voices, mingled with the blare
of brass instruments penetrated into the building from the street.
There followed, instantly, a general rising to their feet, and a rush
of the people to the exits. The crush at the exits was terrible.
Screams of women mingled with the hoarse cursings of men--men who had
never uttered an oath before, found their mouth filled with hideous,
blasphemous oaths. It was as if the very devil himself had suddenly
possessed the crowd.
Ralph found himself alongside the Secretary of the church, the man who
had preceded him in speaking. The pair watched and listened for a
moment while noisily, slowly, painfully the people passed out of the
building.
Involuntarily there sprang to Ralph's lips, and, before he realized it,
he was uttering the words:
"The whole herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea, and was
choked."
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