I don’t know who to address this post to. Perhaps it is simply a complaint of ailment. But this ailment is no simple sickness. And from this infirmity I will not recover till the Lord appears before my eyes.
My limbs are limp. No strength apparent affords movement. Even my fingers are numb as I type these letters. Is it a heart attack? No. My head is tilted for lack of muscle strength. It is the onset of some hideous disease? No. My gait is slow and rather labored. It this because of MS? No.
I see clearly what is about to unfold in America. And I am aghast at the cause. To whom shall I speak? Who will listen? Who will even care that there is a message of ruin? I don’t know. But I will speak regardless my personal knowledge that anyone will hear.
Some time ago, perhaps decades, perhaps a century, America abandoned God for the sake of personal gain. I won’t go into the particular time. It would do no good to itemize the problem. But turn to today and what do you see? I see a nation at war. The war is about to be fought on our own ground, by our own people, and the bloodshed, tears, crushed dreams, and ruined families are staggering to behold. Who is the enemy? I am weak to speak this truth. America will fight to the death with her own children.
People of America, when your parents abandoned the Lord they passed down their heritage to you. As they walked away from Him and chased after personal desire, His hand of protection was lifted. Foolishness took hold. Men of foolish descent ascended to places of power and teaching. And now you are about to reap a fire storm of cruelty. How I ache for you. How deep will be the pain of your crying. Your own babies will crush you now.
Is there hope? Not for the nation. The only hope is that you, as individuals, return to the Most High God with a contrite and earnest heart. What has been grown among us is firmly embedded now. We will have to weather the storm that is coming. There is hope if you will surrender your will to His. But for all who remain rebellious, I am on the verge of tears for you.
I write this because it overwhelms me to sit still and silent. So it was for many who saw this coming. So it was for Jeremiah, as he watched in horror at the judgment of God on his own people. All I can do is sit here limp and whisper, “wake……….. please wake up.”
By His Grace.