BABYLON'S JUDGMENT

Babylon’s Judgment
Revelation 18

We smelt it before we saw it: a sour, bitter stench which seemed to cling to the nostrils. We looked at one another and ran outside. There, about a mile away, but with a gentle wind carrying it in our direction, was a cloud of thick, gray-black smoke, rising above the trees, hanging in mid-air. As we listened, we could even hear the noise of crackling. Soon a crowd gathered. It was the old mill at the bottom of the road. Still half-full of bales of wool, it had caught light. Soon, on that bright Friday morning, it was beyond rescue. For days afterwards, despite the fire brigade’s energetic hosing, there were still smouldering remnants, the sour smell still in the air...