17Then another angel came out of the temple in heaven, and he too had a sharp sickle. 18Still another angel, with authority over the fire, came from the altar and called out in a loud voice to the angel with the sharp sickle, “Swing your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the vine of the earth, because its grapes are ripe.”
19So the angel swung his sickle over the earth and gathered the grapes of the earth, and he threw them into the great winepress of God’s wrath. 20And the winepress was trodden outside the city, and the blood that flowed from it rose as high as the bridles of the horses, for a distance of one thousand six hundred stadia.
It’s harvest time! In chapter 13 it looked like Satan was going to win but now God says enough. Man has reached his fullness in sinful nature, just as the analogy of ripe grapes!
“Swing your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the vine of the earth, because its grapes are ripe.”
“pictures grapes fully grown in the prime almost bursting with juice . . . The spurting of the grape juice from under the bare feet of those treading the grapes in the winepress is compared to the spurting of blood and speaks of the awful human carnage.” (Walvoord)
“the blood that flowed from it rose as high as the bridles of the horses, for a distance of one thousand six hundred stadia.”
1600 stadia equals 200 miles!
But how high is a horses bridle?
Answer: 4-6 feet!
The blood was 4-6 feet high and 200 miles long!
The wine press of Gods wrath is coming!
Blessings, David
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