Do you see enemy battalions lined up, troop after troop chanting their beastly cadence?  Do you see the children being used as convenience, when Christ loved them, just as they were, to feed the pig of our unbridled desire and smoldering lust?  It’s all “me too”, what about me, do you have one for me, and I can’t do it now there is something about me that I need to attend to.  Nothing interrupts our unstoppable push for sovereignty.

Don’t you see the historically recent push to make wrong right, greed being sufficient cause and maintaining power at any cost, as direct threats to the survival of democracy?  Yes, old people are cliche but they knew what was worth fighting for and they stood up to take arms against them that threatened it.  Yes, they are boring but I could watch them in their untainted, imaginations for hours on end, delighting in their innocence.  We are field Ambassadors, meant for work on our knees, Word in our hearts, how is that possible when even a powerful, prayer for peace is incapable of breaking the magnetic bond of our disobedient lips.  Stuck, paralyzed, invalid, a man without meaning because he doesn’t mean what he said or say what he means.

It is the Light, The Glorious Light of God I call upon in this darkening hour of man’s nightmaric evolution.  Yes, we are evolving, into something skitterish, black, full of pestilence, lovers of self and darkness.  What then may cure this wretched form, but Light!!!! Father, I bid you take away the darkness from any of my personal cupboards, safety boxes or hidden shelters.  Shine Your tremendous light of health that makes all scatter for the shelter of their willful darkness.  Break this bond of our leisure that sets so heavy upon us that we are caught in worship centers of our own comfort, when we should be glad to kneel on gravel for the gift of praising your honorable name.  We have fallen for the shadow, the shade the quiet dark realms of brothels and barrooms at which we may be comfortable in sin and friendship with the World.  No Pray No, open the darkened vestibules and dimmed showrooms of our graven gods. Shine the strong, unfiltered brightness of God’s commands into the purpose driven, human experiment called the seeker friendly church.  I don’t want to be comfortable, I want to be at peace with God.  I don’t want to hear music that is to my liking, I want to offer up music that makes You smile.  I don’t want a dark closet in which to pray if all that will exit my mouth are the tainted desires of an unchanged man within.  Cleanse us of all unrighteousness so that we may be received the untainted Bride for whom You have so along waited.

Arise, Christian men, who know full well the depth and compulsion of God’s Command upon your lives.  Get up, suit up with the full armour of God that the enemy might not distinguish any of us from Christ.  Link your shield of faith with mine that we might thrust forward into enemy territory declaring in victory the recapture of lands capitulated to filth.  Sing, that sing, you know He loves, wiping away each others tears, preparing for the moment we are all called homeward.  Protect the innocent, the sick, the Fatherless.  Let not this vulturous world consume all that is worth tending.  We have been given responsibility and stewardship of the garden, let us do the work for which we were made before time.  Live in Christ, and He through us.  In Jesus’s Holy Name, Get UP!

Do you contemplate the Lord Jesus?  Are you imagining Him sitting at the right hand of the Father or do you see Him standing next to your mansion that has been prepared for your arrival?  Or maybe He is planning the supper, welcoming saints as they arrive or planning His thousand year reign.  Gone from us for almost two thousand years now, do you imagine Him reflecting our humanity in chomping at the bit waiting for the moment to return for us?  He went to the cross, most agree in April the year 33AD, of course there is some discrepancy as to the exact year, but none will argue that we are getting very near two thousand years, roughly near 20 years give or take 4 years.

No one knows the day or the hour but it sure does look like we are dangerously close to being snatched out to be with Him in the clouds.  Let us for example take 16 years as the low end and subtract 7 years from that for the tribulation, that would mean we have 9 years before rapture.  I AM NOT MAKING A DATE PREDICTION, merely trying to alert believers that we may be so close that there is only time to turn our eyes heavenward before His return.  We know the season, we can all see the storm clouds on the horizon.  I entirely acknowledge that the Lord may determine to come hundreds of years from now, but that is not the God of order that I know.  There are no remaining or restraining signs prohibiting Him from coming to take us home.  And if the Lord wish to tarry, that is His prerogative, but even so please Lord come soon.

My task has been to awaken Saints about the work and the battle currently ensuing to which each of us ought be present.  For too long, we’ve allowed the enemy free reign when we are to proclaim territories set free in the power of Spirit by Jesus Christ the King.  For too long, we have built expensive churches, praising our own comfort, when we ought use our tithe in manifest increase to feed the poor, hungry, tired, sick, dying and fatherless.  For too long, have we spent our time on our own pursuits when the short mist of life we’ve been given ought be use on the behalf of Christ, telling the good news of our salvation to a lost and dying world.  For too long, has been my heart been wrong, singing songs about glory, grace and peace, while living in upset, poverty, petrified by the rusting bars of my personal prison.  It is about time to set things right.  I may be waiting for Jesus to return, but I ought not be waiting to do the work that He commanded.