Monday, July 18, 2016
"Life is crowding in. There are few who seek Me. Lives consumed with the cares of the world. Solutions based on worldly wisdom are shallow attempts to find peace and harmony in a world plagued with sin. My people cannot see My goodness, they choose instead the ways of the world. My harvest awaits the reapers, My fields are ripe, fruitful, yet there are few who will speak with authority words of life.
You do not grow, but remain children. My sickle will soon sweep across one nation then another. My followers are not ready. You are not pliable in The hand of the Master. Will you study to show yourself approved of God or drift in a sea of compromise and doubt continuing to play church; of no use for kingdom work.
Meet life head on. Lift the cross high. Rejoice, proclaim My goodness. The sickness of this world will only be healed by the touch of the Master' hand. The greatness of the task demands obedience and commitment, will you be counted among the faithful or the fallen?"