Daily Journal December 29, 1997, William Thomas Thompson. Are we ready spiritually to pass over into the year 2000? Today is Monday and near the end of this Decade, this Century and the Millennium. I feel a chill in my bones and a will to succeed. As day breaks the pressure is mounting in my spirit, I want to go, to sing, to walk, to talk over the tree tops and to run my race. My race is with time. The message is clear. My energy is great. I cannot wait; I must express myself even if I have to paint on the ground or on Paris Mountain over there. Give me anything to paint on, my brush is my language. The color sets my message forever in stone. I can no longer delay but we have 2 inches of snow today. Are we a friend of God or are we ashamed of God? It is very cold today and the air is white with the falling flakes. I go through my routine here and after a good breakfast I head out to drive to the yard at Greer where I am painting a larger version of The Revelation on plywood and where the bus is now to be painted. There are always many wrecks on ice like this, so many faithful people trying to get to work on time. Do we really love God? Are we ready for His return? After about 2 hours I realize that no one is coming to help me today because of the snow. By noon I return home to work alone as I usually do. I have learned to do everything for myself. For more than 5 years now I have been fixing things here at the house about the house that will make it more air tight for winter. This wonderful old house gives me great joy to work on it and to appreciate it and to admire the Gassaway's who designed and built it beginning in 1919 and finishing it in 1924. The story is so similar to that of our own case of building a big house, a land mark and then losing it. This house is built with unique qualities that are truly original and in itself is surely a museum. Coming? He is coming soon! Prayer is what we need. Pray now. The race against time with the exploding mountain of inspiration going on in my mind is more than I can contain. This is why I want to fly and I mean without wings. I am floating now as I relate to all that is appearing immediately before me. A world of words shows their face, I can never capture them all. I write as much as I can. I see visions 100 per day to say the very least. God lives and we can live with Him forever and be where He is. I want to paint, I want to paint. I want to paint pictures that say words. I want to paint many subjects to save the world. But I know the world does not want to be saved. The world does not want to be warned of things to come. The world is rich and in want of nothing. Luke 6-24 "But woe unto you that are rich! For ye have received your consolation.25-Woe unto you that are full! For ye shall hunger. Woe unto you that laugh now! For ye shall mourn and weep. 26-Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! For so did their fathers to the false prophets. 27-But I (Jesus) say unto you which hear, love your enemies, do good to them which hate you. 28-Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you. 29-And unto him that smiteth thee on one cheek offer also the other; and him that taketh away thy cloke forbid not to take thy coat also. 30-Give to every man that ask of thee;” Dear Lord, may I hear and see and do these commandments. May I see the fulfillment of these prophecies of thy Holy Word.