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Monday, November 2, 2026

Tribulation Trends from Johnny Pentecost

    The days are shorter and the nights are longer. The leaves are falling and the temperature is dropping. Another year is rapidly closing down and coming to an inglorious end. And here are the tribulation trends as noted by our very own, Johnny Pentecost – the strong and forward, the dark and foreboding. Everything you need to know to plan for the latter days and latter rains.

    1 – The first thing to note is that we seem to be experiencing the beginning of a prophetic slow down. Even with this year’s many astounding developments, the prophetic mile markers just aren’t falling as quickly as in years past. We are ramping up our technology and accelerating apostasy, but the timeline for Christ’s return isn’t advancing as we’d like. This is important for all that follows

    We saw the new moon solar eclipse and the grand conjunction of the classical planets. But little came of it.

    2 – Perhaps it is only our imagination, but it does appear that people are being born in graveyard shifts without the natural affections common to man. Lawless kids are an open invitation. Look what is happening in Cuba. They are falling away from collapsing churches.

    3 – It is time to search for witches. There are demons walking out and spirits moving in. There are six thousand curses for sale every day – and that’s just the Presbyterians. Wiccans waking me at all hours of the night with the noise of their drums. We have become a dwelling place of spooks and haints. We are summoning demons. We are playing with fire. But we must be smarter if we are to be careful.

    4 – Our words and thoughts are being monitored and recorded. Everything we do and think is taken down and noted by the surveillance state. Your information – public, private, and personal – filed away by covert organizations. Your insurance agent is among them. Your doctor. Your wife’s therapist. The policeman on the corner. Your child’s schoolteacher. They are waiting and watching with hidden cameras and secret microphones. Telestar communication satellites will record it all from overhead. And what can you do to stop them?

    5 – Consider the danger of mental health trauma but don’t call it PTSD. Our soldiers deserve more. Deserve better. The women of our desires are dying of an overdose of sleeping pills and chloral hydrate. Wrestling sleep and barking dogs. Flash-bang flashbacks. Hands-on striking and we are bruised bad enough to want off the ride.

    These are the trends of the times. From them we must calculate the cons that the world has outgrown. But even still, there is no prophetic angle here.

- from Johnny Pentecost Publications, November 1962



The Pentecost Machine
Dear Johnny Pentecost

Saturday, October 31, 2026

Anniversary Waltz #2

     Today marks one year that I have been married to Tiffini.  She's pretty great. So here is something I wrote for her to mark the occasion. It is inspired by Dimitri Shostakovich's Jazz Suite: Waltz No. 2.

Anniversary Waltz #2

    We turn and laugh
    from the shadows of the stage
    like a slow Soviet jazz waltz
    taking a wry and melancholic twirl
    through October fallen leaves
    and twinkling lights

    The oom-pah-pah band
    with saxophone and classical strings
    plays the middle refrain
    a casual circus carousel
    of dissonant intervals
    that should haunt but do not

    A forgotten trombone
    takes up the Aeolian theme
    for one more spin across the dance floor
    you and I together, embracing as we twirl
    through October fallen leaves
    and twinkling lights.







Friday, October 30, 2026

Take That, Jesus

    Clarissa could hear her son, Logan, playing with his toys in the living room as she worked on dinner in the kitchen. He was an imaginative child who preferred to make up his own stories rather than be entertained by others’ stories on television or on the tablet.

    “Take that, Jesus!” she heard him say and then she heard his noisy combat simulation. The noise of slaps and punches and screams of pain. “Take that, Jesus!”

    She thought that was curious, maybe worrisome. He often played with his “guys” – a variety of action figures purchased second. She couldn’t identify most of them. Maybe He-Man? Power Rangers, perhaps? It didn’t matter much to Logan. He gave them names and stories of his own invention.

    “You can’t stop me, Jesus!” Then came a ROAR and then “I command you to come out and never enter again.”

    Clarissa set down the skillet and poked her head around the corner to check on him. “What’s the story this time?” she asked him.

    Logan showed her the figures – a bearded muscle man and some sort of creature? Alien? Monster? It was green and had a horn and nasty teeth. “It’s the story Pastor Mark told at church on Sunday.”

    “Pastor Mark?”

    “Yeah. Jesus versus the Mutant Death Spirit. What a battle!”


Mark 9:25

Monday, October 19, 2026

Jerry Seinfeld and the Genocidal Punchline

    While performing on October 9th at the Chicago Theater, stand-up comedian Jerry Seinfeld was interrupted by a number of pro-Palestinian protesters who accused him of supporting Israel’s genocide in Palestine. Seinfeld has been a vocal supporter of the state of Israel and has repeatedly denied the existence of Palestine and has said that he doesn’t care about Palestinians.

    Responding to the protesters, Seinfeld said, “It’s a genocide. I’m into it.”

    Perhaps we can give him the benefit of the doubt and suggest that he was rattled by the interruption. But a professional stand-up comedian who can’t deal with hecklers? Well…

    Even if you don’t accept the label of genocide for what Israel is doing in Palestine – though genocide scholars around the world have said that that is just what it is – his comment, as a Jew, is a particularly strange response. Forget “Never Again,” he’s here for it.

    Perhaps one might argue that the protesters were rude to interrupt the show. But I think people who use genocide as a punchline should be interrupted.

    Free Palestine.

Sunday, October 18, 2026

Singing Hymns in the Rain

     I had the opportunity to share another song I wrote at church this morning. Look for me at about the 50 minute mark. 


Singing Hymns in the Rain


Come thou fount of every blessing
tune my heart to sing thy grace;
streams of mercy, never ceasing,
for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
mount of thy redeeming love.

How firm a foundation
Great is thy faithfulness
My life must be Christ’s broken bread
Take my life and let it be
Love divine, all loves excelling
When I survey the wondrous cross
Lead on, O King Eternal
Blessed be the tie that binds.

O to grace how great a debtor
daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here’s my heart, o take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.

I want to sing the hymns I learned
when I was still a younger man.
I want to sing them faithfully
without the doubts that crowd me now.
So here I am with a song to sing.
Here I am with a melody.
Here I am with my fragile voice
singing hymns in the rain.  







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