And the chief of the seamen came near to him and said to him, What is it to you, one fast sleeping? Rise up, cry out to your god! Perhaps your god will think of us, and we will not perish.
And at morning, Today a winter storm, for the heaven is red, being overcast. Hypocrites! You indeed know how to discern the face of the heaven, but you cannot the signs of the times.
The Lord of the promise is not slow, as some deem slowness, but is long-suffering toward us, not purposing any to perish, but all to turn one’s self to repentance.
Little children, it is a last hour, and as you heard that the antichrist is coming to be, even now many antichrists have come to be, from which you know that it is a last hour.