Fire Alarm

The Fire alarms

One o’clock in the morning of November 14, an unfamiliar sound rattled the rather silent and serene ambiance of our apartment room. It wasn’t my alarm clock, which usually sounds like a nuclear attack alarm. No, not even my ringtone. Well, for one, I don’t have a cellphone. It was the sound of our building’s fire alarm system. At first, I hesitated. I went back to sleep.

“Like seriously? Fire drills at 1am?”

But then, my dad started to have this panicking voice telling us to wake up and be ready. Who wouldn’t? We live in the 19th floor of a 23-story apartment. He went out for a glance at our small balcony and confirmed it. There were firetrucks everywhere.

“Dress up and take the most important things that you can grab. We’re going down.”

So, in a hurry, we packed the most important things we can grab. Ok. Ok. I wasn’t really in a hurry, but my mom and dad were. We dressed up and I mean really dressed up, bulked up, cause the temperature waiting for us downstairs can be really cold. It’s almost winter. They grabbed the most important documents.  I grabbed some clothes and gadgets, and of course, my “alkansya”. Who knows, we might need it.

We all ran down the stairs. My dad was particularly panicking. Looking back, I am quite concerned why I wasn’t panicking. Well, I guess because I was told not to panic in emergency situations or maybe because I thought it was just a dream. But yeah, we rushed down the 19-floor staircase and was welcomed by quite a number of residents from our building. And there were a dozen firemen, police, and emergency units outside our building. The Fire Alarm was legit.

We were told that the fire alarm originated from the fourth (4th) floor but we later found out that the fire alarm actually originated from the seventeenth (17th) floor — two floors below us. Someone threw a cigarette butt from their balcony and landed at one of the balconies on the 17th, which supposedly triggered a small fire, thus the fire alarm. Thank God no one was hurt, nor was there any big fire. The danger was resolved. Lives were kept safe.  After an hour or two of waiting for the firemen to signal that it is now safe, we had our journey back up. Nineteen floors of cardio-workout at 2am in the morning. It wasn’t really a good thing. We went back to our room, prayed, and went back to sleep. ZZZZZZZ ….

There will be no alarms

Unfortunately, the story does not stop there. During that stressful two hours of worry and panic, I had a very mind provoking reflection and realization about life. Just like the question I posted on Facebook that midnight/dawn, God asks “Are You Ready?” Am I ready? For what? For the second coming of Jesus, the rapture, the coming tribulation, and worst, the Eternal Flames of Hell? Are we coming with Jesus on His Second Ascension or are we going to be left behind?

“But the day of the Lord will come like a thief. The heavens will disappear with a roar; the elements will be destroyed by fire, and the earth and everything in it will be laid bare.” 2 Peter 3:10 (NIV)

There will be no alarms. The thief doesn’t say to the owner of the house what time he will break in to rob a house. Jesus is coming by surprise (well technically, as a surprise only for those who aren’t prepared), perhaps in the time when we least expect Him to come. Nevertheless, He is coming. Just like me, having heard the warnings and have seen the end-time signs, will you go back to sleep or will you wait patiently and diligently? Are you the one of the foolish maidens who’s lights died before the arrival of the groom or are you one of the wise maidens who were ready and prepared to welcome their groom (Matthew 25:1-13)? Just like me, will you grab your personal, perhaps important stuffs or will you rush to meet your groom? Well, if the fire alarm incident happens again, I still might grab the most important stuff that i can grab and run down, but in a spiritual sense, I must leave everything behind and jump towards My Saviour. In these end times, knowing and spending time with Jesus is a PRIORITY.

To all the Christians, Jesus is coming back for a lovely bride. He requires no less than a pure and sanctified heart. Holy, acceptable, a perfect act of worship. One-hundred percent submitted and consecrated to Him. Are You Prepared?

To those who aren’t sure if they are saved. A great fire is coming. A fire of an eternal magnitude. One that will never be quenched by good works, religion, money, fame, or popularity. Hell is REAL! Have you done what needs to be done to be saved from this fire or are you still toying around with the world waiting to be devoured by this fire in an instant? Hell is true. But “God so love the world that He gave his only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish, but will have ever lasting life.” John 3:16. Stop being self-righteous. You cannot save yourself from Hell. Only Jesus will. Accept Him as you personal Lord and Saviour, confess to Him your sins (for He is righteous and just to forgive you from all of them), live a life pleasing to Him, and be in constant talk and in an intimate relationship with Jesus. You will be saved from Hell. Are you Ready to make that decision? Please do …

To everyone. There’s a judgement coming and so will a Saviour (He already came to save us from sin and this time He’s coming to bring us back to Him). Which side will we choose? That midnight, before I went to sleep, I prayed to God that He would cleanse me again from my sins and that when He comes back, He may find me as a faithful servant — prepared, ready, and patiently waiting for His Arrival.

Quite a lot of reflections in a two hour span, eh? Unfortunately, the story doesn’t end there.

The best part of everything is that it was my mom’s birthday. SURPRISE!


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