The Lady of Revelation

I heard two "theologians" discussing The Book of the Revelation.

(That's right...it's not Revelations it is ONE revelation, and that is THE key to figuring it out..the only key.)

One of them proclaimed that the woman mentioned represents (he said "Is") Israel. The other insisted she was (is or will be)the Church.

The discussion got spicy.

Scriptures from both the Old and New Testaments were bandied about.

(As we all know, the one who can quote the most scripture is the winner.)

But they were neck-in-neck. All even up on scripture references. A tie.

So they resorted to reason.

She was pregnant and the church is a virgin, so she could not represent the church. But, came the reply, the context points us to the church, not Israel.

I left the area before I could tell which one won. I suspect they beat each other up and both ended up in jail to cool off. (Not).

So what's the answer? Who IS she, anyway?

I have my own thoughts on the matter, but you could not pry them out of me with a cattle prod. I ain't tellin,' and you ain't guessin'.

Besides...either way it misses the whole point. The whole point!

What does (pardon me, doth) it profit a man if he gain the whole argument and loses the whole point?

See, The Book of the Revelation is not about candle sticks, pregnant ladies, dragons, mysterious numerology, trumpets sounding, who the witnesses are, the beast of the sea, the three angels, the seven plagues or bowls, the woman on the beast, or the fall of Babylon.

Oh,it contains all of those things.

But The Book of the Revelation is about the magnificent, marvellous, wonderful, powerful, beautiful, astonishing, startling, amazing, extraodinary, unusual, surprising, splendid, excellent, brilliant, dazzling, majestic, indescribable King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus.

Knowing who the pregnant woman is might be interesting. It might make me feel smart.

But the next day, I would get up, go to work, do my job, come home, kiss my wife, cook supper and go to bed (after blogging, of course).

In short, it would not make one hill of beans difference in my life. Not one.

But knowing the one about whom The Book of the Revelation is written...that makes all the difference in the world...no, not just in all the world, for all eternity.

So theologians and pseudo-theologians have your fun. Try to figure out the unfigurable. Argue until you are blue in the face (what in the world does that mean, anyway?). Hold your Bull Sessions (Did you ever wonder what the abbreviation of Bull Session stands for?----hint: B.S.---Barbara Streisand).

Puff and pontificate. Look smug. Look intense and sincere.

Pause for dramatic emphasis so we will all understand to what heights your great knowledge has brought us.

As for me...I think I will just cuddle up in the arms of the One who gave His life that I might live and enjoy Him.

Come on up. There's always room for one more.