The rains have started and the weather grows cold. The god of this world comes crashing down. The flames of destruction draw nigh around. Like the hard embrace of a winter nights chill the ante in the game gets pushed to the hilt.

The elephant sits in the living room floor staring at all who enter through its door.  Even if you belong to the masses, you are set for the kill.  As time fly’s by like a vice grip that pulls in the air; the sides are "forming up" for the final push. To inflict pain, punishment, and old scores do they hunt. For you are the prey whom they seek to kill. To make weak, discouraged and want to give up. Lies are their refuge spoken of and untrue. A heart still chained to the confines of this wicked world endures for at least a short chronological time.

There's a heavy spiritual blanket in the air today and no matter how hard you work it will never be enough. The minds are dulled not knowing that the blessing you possess indeed is because it's not that you are special but that you came out of it all and put yourself in a position to receive. And the people who hate you for it only hate Him from the foundation of all recorded time. 

Scant peace can be found with the lap dogs at your heels. Their honing devices are in for the kill. But take heed and be of good cheer as the waves crash in all around the sides of the ship. Why do the heathen rage and the people imagine a vain thing?

Even when you think you're down and out for the final kill; a small still voice will whisper in your ear to take heart, be courageous and steady your steps. For the Lord your God will bring you through all the distress, the chaos, confusion and chaotic mess will not come near your house as the daggers are poised deep within and the fiery darts fly by and by.

The battlefields begin as ideologies, semantics and articles of war. They figure strength in number, affiliation, or membership will carry their day.

So jump for joy when they finally close in for the kill. The Lord will always provide a way out so you can endure the pain. Your friends and believers eagerly await you on the other side.  To welcome you home after all your travail. Even in life when you were lonely and hurt, there are scores and scores of people to greet you by name.

Just at the moment of death when everything seems lost and all hope evaporates into thin air, the Lord your God will open up a door where you will be received by all your like minded and fellow kindred souls. The love that you will possess goes way beyond all time and space and comprehension of mind. Peace and bliss will be the language you will have to learn. Like drinking cool water on a hot summer day for the very first time.

Only when you finally stop trying to defend yourself can the Lord step in because in the final account he already knew where you were going to be. He just asks that you feel free and loved and he will protect you for evermore. It's the simple faith really that only a child can have.

For the Lord's Kingdom has order, and soundness and full time rest. Where no ulterior motives, power plays, titles, position or power will be able to stand in the Light.

The times of refreshing as in the days of old will be at hand and no fear, pressure or stress will come near the camp.

Either you open up the door to the truth that the Lord provides or the door stays shut and the waters rapidly rise...

The polarization grows.


Scott Sepanek
TheRaptureCult.com
Shibboleth144@yahoo.com

Give your heart to Jesus Christ and let him work out the details. Paint the blood of the Lamb on the doorposts of your heart for when the angel of death passes over and get in the ark of protection by coming out of the worlds religious and political systems. May you be sealed with His love and let the exodus continue.

I pray that you make the right decision.

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