I woke this morning with sort of a choppy attitude ready to snap back at anyone who wanted to call me an escapist because I believe in the rapture happening before tribulation. Under my breath I sort of sacstically replied to the accusation with a ‘you bet, who in their right mind wouldn’t want to escape?’ After what I saw yesterday, where evil was called good, and good called evil, and with absolutely nothing I could do but watch, I am ready for Jesus to snatch us up as a body and take us away. This is not my home.…