Dr. Dan Hayden

What is the prophetic significance of Britain leaving the European Union? That question is on the mind of every student of biblical prophecy.

Brexit, or Britain’s exit from the EU, certainly qualifies as a major event in the course of nations. Only time will tell if this emerges as a grand shift in our understanding of end-time events—or if it is a mere blip in the kaleidoscope of international changes. The temptation to say something notable as a teacher of Bible prophecy certainly hangs in the air, but trying to pinpoint a specific chapter and verse in the Bible to explain how British politics affects the overall prophetic scenario would no doubt border on sensationalism. So, I’m content to wait and continue observing.

Similar questions have been raised concerning the prophetic implications of ISIS and international terrorism, Russian expansionism by Putin, the Greek economic implosion, and the growth of Chinese influence in the world. My answer to these questions usually centers around the idea of stage setting. God does seem to be arranging the international landscape to accommodate His end game. One day everything will be in place and the prophetic picture will be too clear to miss. Until then we continue to work the puzzle, searching for the right pieces and putting back the pieces we thought might fit but have come to realize don’t fit after all.

This is not to imply that there is nothing to say about major current events as we seek to discover their possible significance in the scope of Bible prophecy. We can certainly speculate about “what ifs” as long as we don’t take ourselves too seriously. So, perhaps you won’t mind humoring me as I tinker with ideas about how Brexit may fit into the prophetic picture.


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Dr. Dan Hayden

When you’re 20 years old and plagued with more self-confidence than wisdom, you do stupid things. I was a college sophomore with friends to impress, so I needed wheels. An upper classman had just put his ’46 Harley up for sale and I just knew I had to have it. Straddling a rumbling motor on wheels with a classic windshield and a suicide clutch appealed to my impulsive spirit—and since the guy was selling it for almost nothing, I bought it. Really dumb only begins to describe the decision.

After a few weeks, spring break provided an opportunity to ride The Beast home from school to surprise my folks (school, being in the Chicago area and home located on Long Island, New York). That’s 800 miles. The adventure was irresistible.

Stupid doesn’t consider the consequences of youthful indiscretions, so I was totally unprepared for what happen. In Indiana, one of the two pistons blew. After limping to a motorcycle repair shop, I also blew most of my travel money. By the time I made it to Cleveland the next day, lake-effect snow covered the roads. The foot-activated suicide clutch almost fulfilled its name as a quick change of gears caused the rear wheel to spin out. Sliding down Euclid Avenue behind a horizontal motorcycle in rush hour traffic is not the best way to stay alive. Cars scattered and the sliding bike with its human trailer finally came to a halt. It took a half hour, sitting with my bike on the side of the road to compose myself.


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