A War of Biblical Proportions

Revelation feels so otherworldly. It feels like a science fiction novel placed at the end of a rather large chunk of books that are timeless, ancient, but timeless. The Bible opens with us getting to know Yahweh, getting to know Jesus and His followers, and then right smack dab on the end, we're taught,” “And this Book is about a whole new cast of characters and dramas yet to take place,” and it felt like throwing in – I don’t know – a platypus at the long line of a cat, a mountain lion, a leopard, and a lion, and then here’s a platypus. That’s Revelation. Or is it?