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Why Don't I Talk More About Revelation?

There is a reason that I don't spend a lot of time talking about the Book of Revelation. Because, for whatever reason, people will thrust aside or trample scores of clear, concise, and unmistakable Biblical principles and passages, scrambling to pin down some obscure interpretation of Revelation.

Revelation is God's word. We should treat it as such, by reading and attempting to understand it. However, end times discussions themselves tend to have a lot in common with politics. Once the topic comes up, it steamrolls everything else, people start spouting more unsubstantiated opinions than can be counted, and no one really learns anything of real value.

We could put it this way. There are 31,102 verses in the entire Bible. There are 404 verses in Revelation. That means that Revelation makes up a little over 1% of the Bible.

Clearly, it would be reaching too far to suggest that a dogmatic formula for connecting the size of a book and the time a Christians spends in it. However, if you are spending 75% of your time reading, studying and discussing 1% of the Bible, my guess is that you are neglecting some other important passages.

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