Four Corners Feast

A School of Fish: A Parable. Once upon a time, there was a large tank filled with water, where many different types of fish swam. All were brightly colored and shiny, some were big, others were small. They all spent their days swimming in circles and admiring each other's unique colorations. Their life was simple, but they were provided food, clean water and company, so they didn't complain. The one exception was the oldest fish in the tank. He was much darker in color than the rest of the fish and he didn’t swim in circles or dash up to get food. He always lurked in the shadows of the bottom of the tank and waited until the leftover food sunk down to him. The only thing that broke the joy of their daily life was when the net came. Every so often, a black circle would be lowered into the tank, and a seemingly invisible force would scoop up a fish, and drag them to the surface. This would terrify the rest of the fish and the tank would explode with activity, but with nowhere to

  The act of experiencing contemporary cataclysms and trials and then forming "end times" conclusions about them is nothing new.  In the winter of 1811-1812 an immensely destructive series of earthquakes was experienced in the areas of southern Missouri and Arkansas. Modern seismologists estimate that it may have been 10 times as destructive in force than the 1906 San Francisco earthquake. Accounts exist today telling of the ground opening up and spewing sand and sulfur into the air. The sky was darkened and it was hard to breathe. The Missouri river was so churned up by the shocks that it even appeared to flow backwards for a time, destroying islands, and creating new ones. Loss of life on the river is unknown.  Thunder and explosions were reported, and even sightings of blue flames spouting out of the ground. There is even an account of a man clinging to a tree while the earth shook, only to have the ground open up beneath him and swallow him along with the tree. It was fel