Why am I so passionate about premillennial eschatology? Because the Jewish apocalyptic hope offered in the Scriptures anchors my heart to the age to come like no other story can. It is not a vague, foggy “future,” but the promised Davidic Kingdom spoken of throughout the Bible in concrete, flesh-and-blood language: the Son of David reigning from Zion (Isaiah 9:6–7; Jeremiah 23:5–6), the nations streaming to Zion to learn His ways (Isaiah 2:2–4), war finally brought to an end among the peoples of the earth (Micah 4:1–4), the world filled with the knowledge of YHVH as the waters now cover the ocean floor (Isaiah 11:6–9), the meek and forgotten inheriting the land (Psalm 37:9–11), and the righteous flourishing under the Branch who builds the temple of the Lord and rules upon His throne (Zechariah 6:12–13).
This is a hope textured with real geography, palpable justice, resurrection, peace, and a real embodied life—a Kingdom you can see, touch, taste, and live in (Daniel 7:13–14; Ezekiel 37:24–28). A future untethered from these promises—reduced to abstractions and hazy metaphors—they just cannot steady the soul in the same way. Whatever theological system one ultimately embraces, it is difficult to deny that premillennialism tells the fuller, richer, and best story. And if beauty has any evidentiary power at all, it is awfully hard to believe that the inferior story is the true one. -Joel Richardson