When you think of a Christian, what comes to mind?
A burning believer with a passionate fever or a backsliding hypocrite sure to be left behind
When you think of a Church, what do you see?
A mass of people from two to three or thousands in intercession or worshipping
Or do you see a mass of hundreds giggling at a sermon tickled by jokes and man-made emotions
Where is the remnant of Christ’s true Church, those who’ll die to serve Christ the King with everything?
Those who lay down their lives and lift up a cry to see the sinners saved?
Nazirites separated from the world unto God void of the lukewarmness of the Laodicean Age
Members of the risen Tabernacle of David, watchmen on the walls praying for the nation, hopeful despite inflation
A news story can’t deter their faith but open their eyes to see the signs
A generation’s ending, the King is coming, quit the faking, and keep on praying
Time is short, all is vanity, don’t revert to mainstream Christianity