An End and a Beginning

Okay, as promised, today is the last day that Omega Shock will be using MailChimp. As of this moment, 3:09 p.m. in Taipei, there are seven thousand, four hundred and five subscribers.

7,405 subscribers?


I can hardly believe it.

But, I do believe it, and I take my responsibility towards every one of you, very seriously. If I give you bad information and wrong analysis, I will stand before God one day, and answer for that.

Even more importantly, I care about each one of you. I want each of you to be okay, to do well and to prosper in your walk with Christ.

That’s what Omega Shock is all about. And, as I seek the Lord’s direction in where Omega Shock goes next, I hope to be able to let you know by email. That’s why I have upgraded one of the two web servers that I use, and have created a new website:

That website is in its early stages of being built up, so there’s not much to see there. In the future, (Lord willing) it will act as a secondary archive of Omega Shock articles, as well as the place to subscribe and unsubscribe from The Shock Letter. The most important part is the engine that will power The Shock Letter, from today, onward:

Assuming that everything works as it should, Dada Mail will be the engine that makes sure that you get your weekly Shock Letter. I’ve been fiddling with it for a few weeks, and it seems to work as advertised.

The interface is a bit clunky, so I will be diving in and doing some modifications to make it less… awkward …in appearance. Ultimately, the important thing is that you get the newsletter in you inbox. If that doesn’t happen… well, I’ll hafta switch to something else.

To Subscribe

For anyone who would like to subscribe to The Shock Letter, click the following link:

Once I finish the modifications, you’ll just need to go to main page of The Shock Letter, and forget that ‘dada/mail.cgi’ thing. I like tidiness in addresses, and THAT is just not a tidy address.

A Brief Word About The Future

Things are heating up.

In fact, they are heating up a lot more than you might realize. This means that Ezekiel’s Fire is a lot closer. A LOT closer. This means that I need to do a better job of getting the word out. And, it seems like the best way to do that is video. I don’t like doing video. I’m a much better writer than I am a speaker. So, getting in front of a camera and speaking intelligently is not what I’m good at.

But, I’m going to do it, anyway.

Lord willing, after I get The Shock Letter email system working the way that it should, I’ll be bringing back The Shockcast. I stopped doing that to finish Ezekiel’s Fire, and since Ezekiel’s Fire is complete… well …it’s back to YouTube. But, this time it will be a little different.

You’ll actually get to see me talk, jab fingers, wave hands and wiggle my eyebrows. Body language is an important part of communication, so I need to put that into the equation. So, pray for me as I try to reach this new level. It’s way out of my comfort zone, but the message is important.

Oh, And My Autoimmune Disease…

And, speaking of prayers, I’d like to ask for one more. The stress of trying to get all this done has led to another flair-up of my autoimmune disease Henoch-Schonlein Purpura (HSP).

HSP isn’t normally life threatening, and mine certainly isn’t. But, it’s painful and even debilitating, if left unchecked. Oh, and HSP can leave you looking like you should be in the hospital. Blood-soaked bandages aren’t pretty to look at. And, it looks horrifying without the bandages.

And no, I will not share the pictures.

Trust me.

It’s gross.

Okay, ’nuff said. The Lord is good, and He knows what’s best for me. A grumpy old man, like myself, needs a thing or two to keep him in check.

Back To This New Email System

Again, The Shock Letter will – Lord willing – be coming to you from a different location, from now on.

There dark days ahead, and you need to be watching for them. Jesus called us to do that, and I want to do what I can to help. May the Lord guide and keep you, as we both move deeper into these Last Days.

Yours in Christ,

John Little