Book of Revelation, Chapter 13:18,“Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.”
Most people believe that 666 refers to the embodiment of evil, but could it simply be a sign of conflict between good and evil? Could having the number 666 featuring prominently in your life mean that the devil has somehow marked you for future attention, sort of like putting items onto your Wish List on Amazon.com? Or can 666 mean that you have come to the attention of the Big Guy and his Angels, to protect you from evil?
My longtime readers know that I am the most non-religious person on the face of this earth – yet, over the years, there have been incidents that have made me wonder about good vs evil.
A close family member has a tax identification number which incorporates the digits 666. My daughter’s first car had a VIN number which ended in 666. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve received a store receipt for $6.66 or $26.66 or $66.68.
Perhaps I’m just focusing too much on that number because I’m so aware of it.
There was the time we were going to an amusement park and the kids were clamoring that the first ride they wanted to go on was the giant ferris wheel. We got stuck in traffic and took a little longer to get there than we expected. Upon arrival, the kids ran to the giant ferris wheel only to discover the ride had been shut down very shortly before – because one of the cars had detached and fallen to the ground, killing one of the occupants.
There was the house I really, really wanted, but which sold just hours before my appointment to see it – and I later learned that there was a recently discovered toxic underground dumpsite behind it which subsequently became the subject of lawsuits by people living on that street.
As a child, I remember going to nearby Niagara Falls with my family. It was a spontaneous family outing, decided on just that morning. As we gazed at the beauty before us, my mother suddenly gasped and called out a name. Standing next to us was another family of about the same age. The mother in that family had been my mother’s best childhood friend – in a state far away – and they hadn’t seen, written nor spoken to each other in over 20 years. What were the chances?
There have been many, many times a traffic accident has occurred right in front of me or right behind me on the drive home from work – were traffic traveling faster or slower, or had I left the office 5 minutes sooner or later – I would have been one of the vehicles involved. How does that happen?
I’m not religious, but there are forces that simply cannot be explained. Sometimes good things happen, sometimes bad things happen – for no apparent reason.
Why does one person sleep too late and miss that plane that later crashes on the way to its destination? Why does the person flying standby then find himself on that particular flight?
Why does one child wake up with a stomachache or earache and miss school on the very day of a mass shooting at that school?
Why does someone suddenly decide to go to the mall for that perfect pair of shoes on the very day of a bombing at that mall?
Who chooses who will be saved and who lost?
I don’t know, and I wouldn’t even attempt to explain it. I’ll leave the rhetorical discussions to the scholars. This post has veered into a heavy subject area I generally vow to avoid, so I will end with this wish:
May the angels, or fate, or luck protect you and yours from the darkness that seems to be growing around us all. May your days be filled with lightness and hope.
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