On the Blood Red Moon

The Blood Moon was a Parable last night.  It looked translucent like a womb giving birth with the silhouette of a face inside.

I feel we as a world are feeling birth pains.  But pain is the precursor to Life.

And then, I got up this morning to look at the moon again.  I have never seen it so white.  It was the brightest white with a halo around it.  Washed clean by the blood.

A parable of purity.

Revelation 1:5