Closing the Books on a Decade of Woe

Closing the Books on a Decade of Woe
Vol: 99 Issue: 28 Monday, December 28, 2009

We’re just days from saying goodbye to the first decade of the 21st century.  If one wanted to summarize the first ten years of the 21st century, it would be the Decade of Fear.

The decade opened with the threat posed by  the Y2K Bug  to bring about the instantaneous destruction of Western civilization.  Ahmed Ressam intended to ring in the New Year with a bomb attack against Los Angeles International Airport — the so-called Millennium Plot.  

As it draws to a conclusion,  a young man from Nigeria tried to blow up a packed Amsterdam-to-Detroit flight with a PETN cocktail bomb sewed into the crotch of his underwear.  

The nation that entered the 21st century with a budget surplus emerged from its first decade so heavily in debt that there are serious questions about its continuing solvency. 

And if the fear of terrorism and the fear of national collapse isn’t enough,  there is the specter of planetary doom from global climate change unless the West gives half its wealth to the Third World and surrenders its sovereignty to the UN’s Climate Change Panel.

One of the jokes making the rounds during the first decade of the 21st century went like this:  

“You know the end is near when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy,  France accuses America of arrogance and Germany doesn’t want to go to war.”

Add to that the election of a woefully inexperienced Chicago politician on the basis of his race, his coronation as the nation’s messiah and the introduction of national socialism and you begin to wonder if we’ll last until Saturday so we can say goodbye to the Decade of Woe.

We’ll spend the rest of 2009 examining the first decade of the new century in light of Bible prophecy and look at how events are lining up with expectations. 

Starting tomorrow.


All the kids have gone home except my two daughters and my two granddaughters.   I am the only man in the house. It isn’t exactly like I am drowning in a sea of estrogen.  It’s more like treading water.

Grandma has her two rooms,  Charlyn and Taya have our room and Jess and Lori are sleeping in my office.   Gayle and Grandma and I are early risers.  My girls like to get up at the crack of noon.   

So for today, I’m working on the OL on Gayle’s laptop on the dining room table. 

Our Christmas Pie was as wonderful and magical as any I can remember as a kid at my own grandparents.  It was the first time in many years that we had everybody together — it was glorious while it lasted. 

Every year, somebody snaps a picture of me as I am handing out the last gift under the tree for this year.   I always have the same expression — a mixture of sadness and panic.

“Darn!  Maybe there’s one more,” I say every year before fruitlessly sifting through the discarded wrapping paper for one more gift that isn’t there.   

I feel like a drunk looking frantically for his last bottle, knowing it’s empty but hoping there’s one more drink left.  (Sigh.  That part always goes so fast.)

Jess and Lori head for the airport tomorrow evening for their flight back to Texas.  Char and Taya will be staying until after the New Year.    

But I get my office back today and so by tomorrow’s OL I’ll be out of holiday mode and back to serious business. 

I pray that your Christmas was as wonderful as mine and that you are surrounded by friends and family and love and joy and peace. 

May our God richly bless you all as He has blessed me. 


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About Pete Garcia

Christian, father, husband, veteran, pilot, and sinner saved by grace. I am a firm believer in, and follower of Jesus Christ. I am Pre-Trib, Dispensational, and Non-Denominational (but I lean Southern Baptist).

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