The truth is not negotiable. The truth is really not to be debated but proclaimed. I feel grateful to live in a time where the wheat is being extruded from the tares--where the dross is being stripped away while the valuable gold gets purified in the fires of tribulation and persecution. In the modern time it is so easy, because of conveniences and plenty, along with the hum-drum of the concomitant mundane daily grind . . . to genuinely feel as if one is not doing enough for the glory of God and the proclamation of truth--of the Gospel. But then I look at it now as a blessed time to be a believer, where the chance to stand for the Truth and the Gospel takes on so much more importance in contrast to the rank, wicked culture of deception and self-delusion which has sprung loose as if from a once restrained coil.
Now, by just going about our regular business, not seeking trouble, trouble is making its way to our door. Here is a merciful opportunity to witness unashamed, triumphantly; there will be no hiding and playing it safe allowed, thank God. So much rot and barnacles, parasites and infection has attached to the Host . . . to the true and living church . . . that it must be cleaned and tried and winnowed to separate the false from the authentic that the glory of God may shine forth unfiltered by clinging decay.
Away with the fake! Let the pretenders run for cover and deny their Lord! Let the cowardly and foolish be ashamed! He will be ashamed of them later on that Day.
As for me and my house, we choose life, truth, honor, joy, holiness--our Lord . . . with no excuses!
I thank God He has reared me in a time where the contrasts are so stark, so prevalent, so easy to discern. The dead can marry, collect baubles, drink and guffaw all the days long--I will stand with the living, born again in Spirit, proceeding by every Word that issues forth from the Sovereign King Who is sustainer, ruler, judge and comforter.
I will continue to watch and warn and witness to the awe-fulfilling truth and look for fellow disciples among those prattling cadavers rushing headlong to their doom; collecting the faithful, singing together songs of thanksgiving and praise; for this life is short--but a flash, a vapor, and then all the weight of reality comes to bear. . . . The agonizing cries of the quick life wasted will ascend along with the cheers and comradery exultant among those won in the victory of the Lamb.
I observe the fallen cities and wasting empires, the paupers and junkies masquerading as princes and luxuriant merchants babbling in their madness, the tricks and whores and cons, lost in the trances and dreams and webs spun by demons in their long night, servants and children of the evil one . . . and I wave on their vain passing with a pitying eye. . . . But not for long, for I am eager to hold my gaze fixed on the brilliant, dazzling glory of the Creator Who knows me and my royal kin and He carries us along, past the burning fires of Gehenna, strengthening our steps along the way--cleansing and purifying and conforming us more and more into the image of the Son, Who is perfect, praise God!
I will not succumb to the enemy's desire for despair in me. It is a lie! I do not belong to the petty, dying kingdoms of this dark world, which are slated for fiery destruction. I live in and belong to the new, the living, the everlasting, the sweet, the loving, the forbearing, the most glorious . . . and that is where my heart and mind point and proceed. Begone Satan with your dour fears and mangled, confused "wisdom" for it is foolishness to me. I belong to the King of the universe and you can't touch me. . . .