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Is Christ Divided? 

A Call to Unity in the Body of Christ

Beloved, we must return to what is written. The body of Messiah is not divided, though we have made it so. We build walls of preference and call them doctrine. We form camps and name them after men. Some say, “I follow Paul,” and others, “I follow Apollos,” or “I follow Cephas,” or even, “I follow Christ.” But the Apostle cries out to the Corinthian church—and to us—“Has Christ been divided?” (1 Corinthians 1:12–13, NASB). The Gospel was never meant to be fractured. The cross was not split in pieces. The blood of Yeshua was poured out for one Bride, one Body, one eternal covenant people.

Yet we gather under banners that exalt style, tradition, and personality instead of exalting the Lamb. We have preferred comfort to consecration, familiarity to fellowship, and our stream to the fullness of the river. But the Spirit of the Lord calls out even now: There is one body and one Spirit, just as also you were called in one hope of your calling; one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all who is over all and through all and in all(Ephesians 4:4–6, NASB).

This is not a call to shallow compromise. It is a call to holy alignment. Unity does not mean erasing the truth. Unity means we bow to the truth together. We submit not to each other’s opinions but to the Word of God, which remains forever. The Gospel is not about what we prefer. It is about what God has declared. It is time to return to the authority of Scripture, the Lordship of Yeshua, and the fellowship of the Spirit.

Yeshua is walking among the lampstands (Revelation 1:12–13). He sees every church, every pulpit, every prayer meeting. His eyes are like flames of fire, and He is examining the heart of His Bride. What does He find? Division? Competition? Suspicion? We are quick to judge others who do not worship like us, pray like us, teach like us—but are we so sure we are the standard? Beloved, the standard is Yeshua. And He is calling for oneness—not sameness, but unity born of the Spirit.

Before He went to the cross, our Lord prayed: “I am not asking on behalf of these alone, but also for those who believe in Me through their word, that they may all be one; just as You, Father, are in Me, and I in You, that they also may be in Us, so that the world may believe that You sent Me” (John 17:20–21, NASB). This is not a secondary issue. Our oneness is part of our witness. A divided Church cannot reveal a united Savior.

And yet, even now, revival is knocking. The Spirit is brooding over the deep waters again. But revival will not rest on a scattered Bride. It will rest where there is repentance, humility, and unity. It will rest on a people who say, “Not to us, O LORD, not to us, but to Your name give glory” (Psalm 115:1, NASB). Revival begins when the Church stops building its own towers and begins rebuilding the altar. It begins when we gather not around personalities, but around the Person of Yeshua.

Let us tear down the walls. Let the elders reach across the aisle. Let pastors seek each other out. Let worshipers find common ground in the holiness of God. Let the Church be one again. The hour is late. The return of the King is near. He is not coming for many brides—He is coming for one. He is not coming for denominations—He is coming for disciples.

And so we cry out: Come, Lord Yeshua. Find us ready. One heart. One voice. One faith. One Bride made pure by Your Word.

A community gathered in Spirit-led worship, encircling the fire—symbol of God’s presence—each heart lifted in surrender and awe before the Lord.

Prayer:

Abba Father, we come before You as one people in need of mercy. Forgive us for building altars to men instead of laying ourselves down at Yours. We have divided where You have called us to unite, we have exalted our streams above Your river, and we have guarded our preferences more fiercely than Your Word.

But today we turn. Today we lay down our pride, our names, our camps. We cry out for the unity that only comes by Your Spirit. Make us one, O God, even as You and Yeshua are One. Let the walls crumble. Let the fire fall. Let the sound of true repentance rise from every corner of Your Church.

Walk among us again, King of Glory. Speak to every lampstand. Revive what is dying. Rebuke what is false. Restore what has been broken. We long for the day when every tongue will confess that Yeshua is Lord. Until then, let us live as one body—holy, pure, and waiting for the sound of the trumpet.

In the name of the Lamb who was slain and lives forever,

Amen.

O Shepherd of the scattered fold, gather now Your holy flame,
Call the tribes from every land, one Bride to bear Your name.
No more boasting, no more pride, no more thrones of man,
Let Your Word be lifted high across the broken span.
In the fire of Your presence, melt our hearts as one—
Until all the Church together cries, “Come, Lord Yeshua, come!”

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Love is breaking through when the Father's in the room
Believers gathered in deep intercessory prayer, lifting silent groanings before God, surrounded by symbols of His covenant promises.

A Vision: When the Lord Comes to Tear Down the Walls

It was not in a cathedral. It was not on a stage. It was in a forgotten upper room in the back of a crumbling church—plaster peeling, carpet torn, a single lightbulb swaying overhead. The world outside mocked their weakness. Even other believers had stopped attending. But inside, seven saints knelt on the floor, faces to the dust, soaking the threadbare rug with their tears. No agenda. No performance. Just hunger. “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be satisfied” (Matthew 5:6, NASB).

They whispered no eloquent prayers. They groaned. They wept. They called upon the Name above all names, and they would not rise until He came. “Yet even now,” declares the Lord, “Return to Me with all your heart, and with fasting, weeping, and mourning” (Joel 2:12, NASB). It was not loud, but it was deep—deeper than music, deeper than preaching, deeper than structure. It was desperation.

And then, suddenly, without warning or cue, He came.

Not the Christ of paintings or songs. Not the sanitized Savior we’ve hung on sanctuary walls. This was the King of kings“clothed with a robe dipped in blood, and His name is called The Word of God” (Revelation 19:13, NASB). His eyes burned like fire. His voice thundered like many waters (Revelation 1:14–15). He did not knock. He tore the heavens open (Isaiah 64:1). The room shook violently—but not from earthquake—it was glory.

The walls groaned, trembled, then crumbled. Not just in that upper room, but across the land. Church buildings across cities felt it: pulpits split, stained glass shattered, pride cracked open. The Lord had come—not to decorate—but to overthrow. “See, I am doing something new… I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, rivers in the desert” (Isaiah 43:19, NASB).

What poured in was not chaos, but holiness. Not confusion, but cleansing fire. His feet touched the floor where their tears had fallen, and it turned to gold like the streets of heaven (Revelation 21:21). Their sobs became songs. Their weariness became wings. “Those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles” (Isaiah 40:31, NASB).

As they looked up, their eyes were opened—and they saw Him walking not only in their midst but among the lampstands of the earth (Revelation 1:13). One lifted hand from the Lord, and across oceans and time zones, house churches caught flame. Sanctuaries became sanctified. Altars were rebuilt. Mega churches fell to their knees. Bishops repented. Teenagers prophesied. Denominational names dissolved in the fire. “The glory of the Lord will be revealed, and all flesh will see it together” (Isaiah 40:5, NASB).

One cry rose from every tongue and tribe: “Worthy is the Lamb!” (Revelation 5:12).

Angels rushed to and fro—reaping, healing, anointing (Hebrews 1:14). Dreams flooded hearts. The sick leapt from hospital beds (Luke 7:22). Families reconciled in living rooms. The fire touched Asia, Africa, Europe, the Americas, islands and prisons. One Spirit. One Body. One Lord. “Until we all attain to the unity of the faith… to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ” (Ephesians 4:13, NASB).

And He smiled—not because they were perfect—but because they were yielded“To this one I will look, to him who is humble and contrite of spirit, and who trembles at My word”(Isaiah 66:2, NASB).

In the sky, the clouds pulsed with light. The earth itself seemed to bow. Creation groaned—but this time not in pain, but in expectation“For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God” (Romans 8:19, NASB). The final harvest had begun. Not a revival of man’s making, but a visitation of the Holy One. Not revival to extend our comforts, but revival to gather the Bride. “Behold, the Judge is standing right at the door” (James 5:9, NASB).

It began not with fanfare, but with tears. Not in crowds, but in a room.

And the sound of that weeping rose like incense (Revelation 5:8)…

Until He came—and everything changed.

Let every heart tremble. Let every church listen.

He is not coming to bless our divisions. He is coming to burn them down.

And when He does, may He find us low… seeking His face… ready.

Maranatha: Come, Lord Yeshua, Come

Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus, come. This is not just a prayer for the end; it is the deep longing of a Bride yearning for her Bridegroom. The phrase “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come” has been whispered in the catacombs, shouted through the fields of revival, and wept in hidden places of persecution and prayer. Every generation that has truly known Yeshua has joined in this ancient cry, echoing the words that close the book of Revelation: “Come, Lord Jesus” (Revelation 22:20 NASB).

And yet, He waits.

Why?

“The Lord does not delay [as though He were unable to act] and is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is [extraordinarily] patient toward you, not wishing for any to perish but for all to come to repentance” (2 Peter 3:9 AMP).

This is not slowness. It is divine mercy. He delays not from hesitation, but from love. Every moment the trumpet is withheld, another soul finds mercy. Every hour He waits, another broken heart returns home. We may cry “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come” with passion and urgency, but God cries out for the nations still to be saved.

The Gospel Must Reach Every People Group

Yeshua’s words in Matthew 24:14 remain clear: “This gospel of the kingdom shall be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all the nations, and then the end will come”(NASB). This truth drives missionaries into dangerous places and fuels Bible translation efforts in the most remote corners of the earth. Some believe that once every unreached people group hears the Gospel, the Lord will return.

This theory holds weight. For the Lamb who was slain deserves worship from every tribe and tongue. The great commission is not optional—it is the heartbeat of the Church. Yet we must remember that many generations before us believed their time was the final hour. The apostles in Jerusalem, the reformers in Europe, the revivalists in America—they all cried “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come,” and they were right to do so. The time has always been urgent.

But only the Father knows the hour.

Only the Father Knows the Day and Hour

“But of that day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son, but the Father alone” (Matthew 24:36 NASB). Even now, the Son—worthy to open the seals—awaits the Father’s word. Heaven is ready. The saints cry out. Creation groans. But the skies will not split by human calculation or desperation. The time is not revealed to satisfy curiosity, but to awaken holy preparation.

This truth should sober us. It should also set us free from fruitless speculation. We are not called to predict—we are called to prepare. We do not wait in idleness, but in readiness. We do not guess—we burn. The cry “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come” is more than a prophecy; it is a posture of the heart.

A Vision of Global Revival

{Don Francisco Style from Vision of the Valley}

Some believe that before Yeshua returns, the earth will experience the greatest revival in history. Picture it: A Shepherd walks through valleys, calling His sheep by name. His presence heals the brokenhearted and restores the blind. Then, others like Him rise—not famous or noble, but filled with the same fire of love. They go out into the fields and mountains, gathering the wounded and bringing them home.

They lead the flock to green pastures and still waters. They stand guard against the darkness. They speak one common Word the sheep recognize—and they follow.

The news spreads from city to village, from street to street: Heaven has come down.Millions who had long been betrayed by false promises begin to trust again. The hearts of stone become hearts of flesh. A Bride once drowsy and distracted is now wide awake. And then the trumpet sounds. The Bride is ready.

Why the Delay Is Also the Preparation

Let us not miss the greater mystery: We are the reason for the delay. But we are also the means of the preparation. The same Church that cries out for His return is also the Church being sanctified and sent. The Bridegroom delays, not because He is absent, but because He is making us ready.

Beloved, if you truly say “Maranatha Come Lord Jesus Come,” then live like it. Let every word, every moment, every breath testify to His worthiness. Burn for Him. Preach the Gospel. Live holy. Forgive quickly. Love deeply. The Bridegroom is coming. But He waits for a pure and prepared Bride.

I heard a voice in twilight
Like thunder soft with grace,
It whispered through the harvest fields,
And shone on every face.

The Shepherd’s feet were moving,
The winds began to blow,
And every heart that waited
Could feel the trumpet’s glow.

Prayer

Abba, we lift up the cry of the ages: Maranatha Come Lord Yeshua Come. Thank You for Your mercy that has waited long enough to save us. Teach us to carry the weight of Your delay not with frustration but with faith. Let us be part of the final harvest. Let us speak the Gospel with boldness and love. Awaken Your Bride. Purify us. And when the last soul has come and the final cry has risen, speak the word—and come for us. We are ready. Amen.

The Worthy Lamb

The Scroll and the Silence Before the Storm

I saw it—

In the right hand of the One seated upon the throne, a scroll. Rolled tight. Written within and without. Sealed with seven unbroken seals. The silence in the throne room was not absence—it was weight. It was the hush of judgment poised to fall. The hush before the voice of God shakes the heavens once more.

And then a strong angel, shining like fire, cried out with a voice that shattered the stillness:

“Who is worthy to open the scroll and break its seals?”

Not who is willing—who is worthy?

His voice did not stop at the walls of heaven. It pierced into the earth, beneath the earth, through the ages. The question resounded into every grave, every throne, every altar, every idol. Who has the authority to unlock the will of God? Who has conquered death, sin, and every nation’s pride?

And no one answered.

Not one in heaven—not Gabriel, not Moses, not David, not any righteous soul of old.

Not one on the earth—not priest, prophet, king, or martyr.

Not one beneath it—not Abraham, not Elijah, not even the cherub who guarded Eden’s gate.

And I wept.

John’s tears were mine. They were yours. They were the sobs of a world waiting for justice, aching for redemption. Because if the scroll remains sealed, then the kingdom remains delayed. The wicked go unpunished. The righteous go unheard. The promise remains unread. And the plan of God seems paused.

But then—a voice.

Not from the angel. Not from the throne. From one of the elders. He leaned close and whispered with thunder clothed in comfort:

“Do not weep. Look—Behold! The Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has overcome. He is able to open the scroll and break its seven seals.”

Hope surged.

I turned. But I did not see a lion—not yet. I saw a Lamb. Standing as if slain. Still bearing wounds that speak louder than thunder. The fire of glory did not erase the scars. No—He kept them. Because it was not brute force that won the right to break the seals. It was blood. It was surrender. It was the eternal sacrifice of Yeshua, the Lamb of God.

He stepped forward.

The scroll did not resist His hand. The Father did not hesitate. The heavens did not delay. The Lamb took the scroll—the very testament of God’s justice and mercy, sealed by the hand of El Shaddai—and when He did, heaven erupted.

Angels bowed. Elders fell. Creatures cried. A new song rang out from every realm:

“Worthy are You to take the scroll and to break its seals, for You were slain, and with Your blood You purchased people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation.”

This is not mythology. This is not metaphor. This is the divine courtroom where the end of the age begins.

Yeshua is not waiting for permission—He is waiting for the appointed moment. The scroll is still in His hand. The seals are still unbroken. But heaven is not idle. The Bride is being prepared. The nations are being warned. And soon—very soon—the first seal will open, and the plan of the Most High will thunder forth.

Maranatha. Come, Lord Yeshua, come.

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Do You See What I See?

Here’s the latest picture from today—June 22, 2025

Current situation:

  • The U.S. and Israel have now jointly struck Iran’s three major nuclear sites (Fordow, Natanz, Isfahan) using bunker-buster bombs and Tomahawks. President Trump called it a “spectacular military success,” claiming the sites have been “obliterated”  .
  • Iran has vowed all options remain available—including missile strikes, mining the Strait of Hormuz, and targeting U.S. bases. Iran’s leaders say U.S. involvement makes the situation “very dangerous for everybody”  .
  • The conflict now enters a new phase: shifting regional power, rising civilian casualties, sprouting humanitarian crises, and global calls for restraint and diplomacy  .

A Word from the Lord for This Hour

Beloved, turn your eyes from the loud clash of nations to the cry of My heart. You see devastation. You hear fear. But in the silence beneath the roar, I am working. In the rubble of idols—nations, weapons, pride—I am rebuilding souls.

  • Do you see the widow’s tears? I see them.
  • Do you hear the orphans’ cries? I hear them.
  • Do you behold the trembling soldier? I behold him.

I am not distant. My eyes search the earth. I weigh what is done—from behind the Oval Office to the cities of Tehran and Haifa. But I desire more than military might—I desire broken hearts that turn to Me.

This is not a moment to cheer victory. It is a moment to offer mercy. Where fear sprawls, raise high the cross. Where swords are drawn, let intercession rise like incense. For in the prayer of My saints, greater power is released than in bunker busters and stealth jets.

Choose the Land of Peace

“They shall beat their swords into plowshares… nor shall they learn war anymore.” (Isaiah 2:4, NASB)

This war will end not by more bombs, but by the transformation of hearts. Let your side be the side that builds, not burns. Let your voice be the one that pleads, not the one that exalts in destruction. Pray for peace—even in the heart of war.

Silhouette worshiping God — The Eternal Creator Reigns — Return to Him
Return to the Creator — the Eternal King reigns. Let His glory fill the earth and His presence awaken the hearts of His people.

Intercede, Surrender, Hope

  • Intercede: Stand in the gap. Pray for Iran’s government and its oppressed—with purity and clarity.
  • Surrender: Let go of certainties and partisan loyalties. Come humbly before Me, knowing My ways are higher.
  • Hope: Expect revival. In moments of fracture, the greatest Restoration begins. I will use this crisis to draw a harvest of souls.

Beloved, the world needs you to be My watchman. Don’t merely echo the headlines. Let your life reflect what is yet unseen: the coming of My Kingdom, where even war’s roar will bow at the sound of praise.

In This Hour, Pray:

Father God, we lift this broken world into Your hands. We pray for Israel, for Iran, for America. We plead for Your mercy. Break the hearts of the powerful. Calm the storm. Let revival spring up from the ashes of this conflict. Stir up a generation that prays not for victory of nations—but for victory of Your Kingdom. Come quickly, Lord of Hosts.

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Torn Between Two Thrones

Torn Between Two Thrones—this is the condition of much of the Church in America today. One throne is the seat of comfort, compromise, and cultural applause. The other is the throne of Yeshua, the crucified and risen King. And too many are trying to bow to both. But the Lord is speaking with clarity in this hour: You must choose. You cannot serve two masters. The time is short, and the shaking has begun.

My child, hear Me. I have seen your labor, your worship, your gatherings in My name. I have watched you weep at altars and lift your hands in praise. I know the love you once had for Me, the fire that once burned in your bones.

But I have this against you—you have drifted. You have let the noise of the world drown out My voice. You have allowed compromise to settle where conviction once lived. You have traded intimacy for influence, and truth for comfort.

You cry out for revival, yet you will not let Me revive you. You ask for My Spirit, but you resist when He comes to sanctify, correct, and burn away what does not belong. My eyes are like fire—not to destroy you, but to refine you. Yet many of you turn your faces from the flame.

You have tolerated what I hate.

You call yourselves free, but many of you are enslaved:

  • to pornography and lust, which rot the soul
  • to greed, which hardens the heart
  • to bitterness, which poisons every relationship
  • to fear of man, which silences the truth
  • to idols of politics and race, which divide what I made one
  • to entertainment and comfort, which lull you to sleep
  • to a gospel of self, which denies the cross

You carry My name but not My nature. You boast in your freedom, but you use it as a covering for sin. You welcome prophets of profit and teachers who tickle ears. You tolerate Jezebel, and you have forgotten how to weep for your sin.

Have I changed? Am I not the same holy God who thundered at Sinai, who struck down Ananias and Sapphira, who walked among the lampstands?

America, I blessed you, but you turned My gifts into gods.

I gave you liberty, and you used it to justify rebellion. I gave you abundance, and you forgot the Giver. I showed you mercy, and still you murder your unborn and parade your pride. You have exchanged truth for lies and celebrated what I call shame.

You have exalted the creature above the Creator and called it progress. You have cast off restraint and called it freedom. You have mocked My order, My design, My Word—and you think I do not see?

But I tell you the truth: I will not be mocked.

Yet still I stand at the door and knock.

My mercy has not run out. My hand is not shortened. I have not forgotten the remnant who have not bowed to Baal, who still hunger for righteousness. I have heard the prayers of the intercessors, the groans of My watchmen, the brokenness of the hidden ones who weep between the porch and the altar.

To you who will humble yourselves, return to Me.

Tear down your idols. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Stop blending My Word with the world. Return to the ancient paths. Preach the cross again. Love the truth again. Walk in the fear of the Lord.

The time is short. The fields are white. My Spirit is ready to be poured out—but I will not place new wine in old wineskins.

Church in America, return to Me—before the shaking becomes collapse.

Judgment begins in My house, but mercy is still flowing from My throne. If you will rend your hearts and not just your garments, I will restore what the locust has eaten. I will raise up sons and daughters to prophesy. I will inhabit your gatherings with My glory again.

I will not share My throne with idols. I am coming for a pure Bride, not a powerful brand.

I am calling you now—before the floodwaters rise.

To you who hear, respond:

Fall on your knees. Confess your sins. Forgive your enemies. Love the unlovable. Preach My Gospel—not a cultural gospel, not a political gospel—but the Gospel of the crucified and risen King.

I AM the Lord. There is no other. My Word will not return void. I have spoken—and I will do it.

Let the Church arise. Let the Bride prepare. Let the fear of the Lord return. Let the fire on the altar never go out.

Come back to Me. I am waiting.

—Yeshua, King of Glory, Lord of Hosts

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Sound the Shofar

Beloved, listen.

This is not just another message—this is a cry from the Spirit of the Living God. Open your heart. Don’t scroll past. Don’t silence the stirring. The time is too late and the hour too urgent. These words are not ink—they are fire. They are bread for the starving soul, water for the parched spirit. Eat. Listen. Engage. Heaven is calling, not with suggestion but with summons. The Lord is seeking those who will not harden their hearts but will tremble at His Word. Beloved, return. Return before the door shuts. Return before the harvest ends. Return while there is still breath in your lungs. This is for you. This is for now.

Lay it down.

All of it—the noise, the endless scrolling, the fear-soaked headlines, the idols of comfort and control. Lay down the false peace of passivity. Tear from your hands the chains of distraction. The world is loud, relentless, and poisoned with deception. But the voice of the Lord still thunders above it all. The Shepherd calls. The Spirit groans. And the Father waits.

Sound the mighty spiritual shofar! Not the trumpets of man, not the hollow horns of politics or media spin—but the true shofar of Heaven, the sound that shakes foundations and splits the sky. And today, let everyone hear the call to sound the shofar. Let it echo across the nations, from mountain to valley, from city to wilderness. Let the angels ready their ranks. Let the demons flee in terror. Let it be declared boldly to every principality in the air:

This world belongs to the Lord—and your time is short.

The throne of God is not up for debate. It cannot be silenced or censored. His kingdom does not rise and fall with human empires. The earth is the Lord’s, and all it contains, the world, and those who dwell in it (Psalm 24:1, NASB). And yet, so many have forgotten. We have traded His glory for entertainment. His truth for tolerance. His presence for convenience. The enemy has numbed the Church, lulled her into slumber with comforts, busyness, and fear. But the alarm is sounding—and it’s time to wake up.

You powers of the air—hear the sound!

Yeshua reigns. His cross crushed your authority. His resurrection sealed your defeat. And His Spirit now lives in us, the blood-bought, fire-baptized, uncompromising remnant. We are not afraid. We are not backing down. The King is coming, and His Bride is rising.

Today is the day.

Not next week. Not when it’s convenient. Not when the calendar clears or the kids are older or the crisis passes. Now. If you hear His voice today, do not harden your heart. You know the tug in your spirit—that’s God. You feel the ache in your chest—that’s your soul remembering its true home. You feel the heat in your bones—that’s the fire He wants to fan into flame.

The world is choosing. You must choose.

Will you serve the gods of the age—convenience, self, popularity—or will you stand in the fire and declare, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” (Joshua 24:15, NASB)? The days of playing Church are over. We need consecrated hearts, holy lips, and knees that bend only to the King of Kings. We need altars, not stagesRepentance, not performance. Fire, not fog machines. Sound the shofar today to declare this transformation.

The spiritual shofar is not just a call to arms—it’s a call to surrender. To throw down your idols and come trembling to the mercy seat. To rend your heart and cry, “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me” (Psalm 51:10, NASB). You were not made for survival—you were made for glory. You were not saved to be silent—you were redeemed to roar.

So rise up, Church. Sound the shofar. Fall on your face. Cry out for mercy. Let the tears fall. Let the fire come.

Let your worship shake the heavens. Let your life echo with eternity.

Yeshua reigns. The King is coming. And we belong to Him.

Prayer

El Shaddai, sound the shofar of Heaven over our lives today. Tear through every layer of apathy and burn away what doesn’t belong. We lay down every idol, every distraction, every allegiance that isn’t to You. Let the kingdoms of this world tremble and the powers of darkness flee. Awaken Your Bride. Awaken me. Clothe us in righteousness, anoint us with boldness, and mark us with Your fire. We declare today: You reign, Yeshua. You alone.This is Your world. We are Your people. And this is the hour of Your glory.

In Your holy, powerful name—Amen.

Our Response

We respond by seeking…

  • Holiness instead of compromise
  • Truth instead of convenience
  • Prayer instead of performance
  • Repentance instead of reputation
  • Worship instead of worry
  • Consecration instead of comfort
  • Obedience instead of opinion
  • Scripture instead of screens
  • Revival instead of routine
  • The fear of the Lord instead of the approval of man
  • More of God instead of more of the world

Let this be the cry of our hearts: “Lord, we seek You first.”

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Stand Before the King 

Tuesday’s Final Call

Beloved, imagine walking beside Yeshua on that Tuesday of Holy Week. The air in Jerusalem crackles with tension. The Temple gleams in the sun, but beneath its grandeur lies corruption. As He enters, the eyes of the Pharisees follow Him—sharp, suspicious, and seething. Yet He walks forward with resolve. The Lion of Judah does not shrink. He speaks—not to flatter—but to awaken, to expose, and to call to repentance. On this day, Jesus confronts hypocrisy openly.

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites…” (Matthew 23:13, NASB). His voice echoes through the Temple courts. These were not curses, but cries of heartbreak. Yeshua, the Holy One, saw past robes and rituals into hollow hearts. He saw men who spoke of righteousness but did not know God. And now He speaks to you, to me—not to shame us, but to set us free.

Jesus confronts hypocrisy, and He begins with His own people.

He exposes when we pray long prayers in public but neglect secret communion with the Father. He rebukes when we tithe the smallest herbs but withhold forgiveness. He weeps when we speak of revival but refuse repentance. He is not looking for fans—He is looking for followers who will love Him in truth. Even today, Jesus continues to confront hypocrisy, calling us to deeper authenticity.

“You clean the outside of the cup, but inside you are full of robbery and self-indulgence” (Matthew 23:25, NASB). Yeshua’s words are fire—not to destroy, but to refine. Have you allowed Him to confront the unseen? Are there corners of your heart you’ve kept hidden? This is not the hour for shallow living. This is the hour to burn with holiness.

After silencing every trap and exposing every facade, Yeshua turned His face to the Mount of Olives. There, He revealed the end of the age. He told His disciples of wars, famines, and false prophets. But more than signs, He gave warnings: “Be on the alert then, for you do not know the day nor the hour” (Matthew 25:13, NASB). Then He told of ten virgins—five wise, five foolish. Of servants entrusted with talents. Of sheep and goats divided by how they lived.

These stories are not for the archives. They are for today.

He is still calling. Still warning. Still pleading: “Be ready. Be faithful. Be real.” You cannot borrow oil at midnight. You cannot fake fruit at the throne. And you cannot serve two masters and still say you know Him.

Beloved, today is your Tuesday in the Temple. Let the King walk through your soul. Let Him turn over every table of pride, every counterfeit praise, every dead work. Let Him cleanse the court of your heart. This is not judgment—it is mercy in motion.

Jesus confronts hypocrisy, not to condemn you, but to claim you as His own.

You were not saved to look holy. You were saved to be holy—set apart, Spirit-filled, and flame-lit. You were made to live with a clear conscience, a tender heart, and eyes locked on eternity.

O King who sees through all my ways,
Burn off the chaff with holy blaze.
Let no pretense in me remain—
Just love that dances in the flame.

Prayer

Father, I open the gates of my heart to You. Search me. Know me. Strip away every layer of pretense. I repent for seeking appearances over intimacy, for speaking truth with my lips while my heart drifted far. Cleanse me, Yeshua, as You cleansed the Temple. Let my life become a house of prayer, a vessel of Your Spirit, a flame burning in the dark. I yield every corner to You—make me real. Make me ready. Let me be counted among the faithful when You return. In Yeshua’s holy name, amen.

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Now is the Time

Beloved ministers of the Gospel, servants of the Most High God,

I solemnly charge you, in the presence of our Lord Jesus Christ, who will come again in power and majesty to judge the living and the dead, to take hold of the sacred trust given to you. As the Scriptures declare, “Behold, He is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see Him, even those who pierced Him” (Revelation 1:7, AMP). Our Lord’s return draws near, and with His appearing, the fullness of His kingdom shall be revealed. Do not delay.

You have been called not by the will of man but by the will of God to proclaim His truth. The Word that burns in your heart is not your own; it is the message of Christ, the living Word. He has said, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Therefore, ask the Lord of the harvest to send out workers into His harvest field” (Luke 10:2, AMP). And now, you are those workers. You are sent out not in your own strength but in the power of the Holy Spirit. This is not a time to shrink back but to rise up.

Remember the charge of Paul to Timothy, “Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season” (2 Timothy 4:2, AMP). There are no convenient seasons, no moments where the work of the Kingdom can be delayed. Now is the time. Whether the soil seems fertile or barren, whether the people are eager or resistant, preach the truth of God’s Word. The Spirit compels you to “speak the truth in love” (Ephesians 4:15, AMP) and to shepherd the flock of God entrusted to you with all humility and patience.

Beloved, understand this: “The time will come when people will not tolerate sound doctrine” (2 Timothy 4:3, AMP). And I tell you, that time has come. Many have turned aside to follow after myths and fables, seeking words that soothe their ears but lead them astray. But the Word of God is a two-edged sword, discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart (Hebrews 4:12, AMP). We must wield it with truth and love. Do not soften the message for the sake of comfort, for “the truth will set them free” (John 8:32, AMP). Stand firm and guard the deposit entrusted to you.

To the apostles, be as those who establish the foundation of the Church, “built on the foundation of the apostles and prophets, Christ Jesus Himself being the cornerstone” (Ephesians 2:20, AMP). Lead with authority and humility, knowing that you build not for yourselves but for the glory of God.

To the prophets, speak with boldness and clarity the words that God has placed in your mouth. Do not be silent in this hour. “If the watchman sees the sword coming and does not blow the trumpet to warn the people, their blood will be on his hands” (Ezekiel 33:6, AMP). Now is the time to call the Church to repentance and purity.

To the evangelists, go forth with the message of life, for “how beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news” (Romans 10:15, AMP). Let your words carry the urgency of eternity, for the souls of men hang in the balance.

To the pastors, shepherd the flock with the heart of the Good Shepherd, who lays down His life for the sheep (John 10:11, AMP). Care for the broken and the weary, but also be ready to correct and protect, for “wolves will come in sheep’s clothing” (Matthew 7:15, AMP).

To the teachers, teach sound doctrine and handle the Word of Truth rightly. The Church needs to be rooted and grounded in truth in this age of confusion and deception. “Let your teaching be full of grace, seasoned with salt” (Colossians 4:6, AMP), for your words have the power to shape the hearts of the next generation of believers.

Beloved, “the night is far spent, and the day is at hand” (Romans 13:12, AMP). Do not allow complacency or fear to hinder your ministry. “Be alert, stand firm in the faith, be courageous, be strong” (1 Corinthians 16:13, AMP). As you walk in your calling, know that the Spirit of God is with you, strengthening you, guiding you, empowering you for every good work. “He who has called you is faithful; He will surely do it” (1 Thessalonians 5:24, AMP).

Let us lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily entangles, and let us run with endurance the race set before us (Hebrews 12:1, AMP). The Lord is coming soon. The fields are white for harvest. And you, His beloved ministers, are His instruments. Fulfill the work He has given you. Preach, teach, prophesy, shepherd, and evangelize with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength, knowing that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.

He who testifies to these things says, “Surely I am coming soon.” Amen. Come, Lord Jesus! (Revelation 22:20, AMP).

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Vision of the Living Church: A Revelation of God’s Life

I was in the Spirit on the Lord’s day, and behold, I was carried away to a vast, open plain under a sky that seemed to pulse with the very breath of God. The air was thick with the scent of fresh rain, mingling with the fragrance of blooming flowers, as though creation itself was alive and rejoicing in the presence of its Creator. As I stood there, I felt the earth beneath me trembling, as if anticipating the unveiling of a great and wondrous mystery.

Before me, I saw a mighty tree, ancient and strong, its roots dug deep into the earth, and its branches stretching out toward the heavens. The leaves shimmered in the light, rustling like the whispers of angels, and from its branches hung clusters of fruit, radiant and alive with an inner light. The sight was both awe-inspiring and inviting, and as I approached, I heard a voice, clear and resonant, like the sound of many waters, saying, “Come and see what the Spirit reveals to the Church in these last days.”

As I reached out and touched the trunk of the tree, the world around me began to shift and transform. The ground beneath my feet softened, as though it had become as smooth as velvet, and the sky above darkened, not with the gloom of night, but with a deep, majestic hue, as if a great veil had been drawn over the sun. In that moment, I beheld the Church as it is today—a multitude of faces, some bright with joy, others dim with sorrow; some burdened by the cares of this world, others wearied from the long journey of faith. The air was thick with the scent of smoldering embers, the remnants of fires that once burned bright but had now nearly died out. Yet amidst this scene of weariness, I sensed a stirring, like the first breath of dawn, carrying the distant scent of a fresh anointing.

As I watched, the wind began to blow stronger, carrying with it the scent of spring—fresh, vibrant, and full of the promise of new life. It was as though the very breath of God was moving through the assembly, awakening those who had fallen asleep and kindling a new fire in the hearts of the weary. I saw the breath of God breathe life into the dry bones of a people who had grown faint, and as the breath touched them, their eyes began to shine with a new light, their faces lifted as if catching the first rays of a rising sun. The fragrance of life filled the air, and the weary were refreshed, their spirits quickened with a renewed zeal. It was as the prophet Ezekiel had seen, “I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live” (Ezekiel 37:5).

Suddenly, I heard the sound of rushing waters, and from the roots of the mighty tree, a river burst forth, crystal clear and flowing with unstoppable force. As it surged through the plain, life sprang up wherever it touched. Along its banks, trees rose, their leaves shimmering with a silver hue, and fruit bursting with the sweet scent of ripe figs. The waters sparkled, reflecting the glory of God, and mingled with the song of birds, creating a melody of creation—a symphony vibrant and alive. The words of Scripture echoed in my heart, “There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells” (Psalm 46:4).

Wherever the river flowed, the barren land became a garden, and dry places were filled with green pastures. People from every nation came to the river, their faces alight with hope. As they drank, their strength was renewed, their spirits lifted as if borne on wings of eagles. It was the river of life, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb, bringing healing to the nations (Revelation 22:1-2).

As I stood by the river, the presence of the Lord was with me, and His voice, like the gentle rustling of leaves in a summer breeze, said, “Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28). The invitation was open to all, and those who were weary came to the river, and as they drank of its waters, they found rest for their souls. The river was the life of God, flowing freely to all who would come, and it brought healing, restoration, and peace to all who would drink.

Then, as the sun began to rise, I saw the Church transformed before my eyes. No longer were the people burdened or weary; they stood tall, clothed in white garments that shone like the morning sun. Their faces were radiant, their eyes filled with the light of Christ, and their voices joined in a song of praise that echoed across the plain like the sound of many harps. The air was thick with the fragrance of myrrh and frankincense, a sweet offering rising to the heavens. The words of the prophet Isaiah rang in my ears, “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you” (Isaiah 60:1).

I saw a great multitude standing before the throne of God, their robes washed clean, their hands raised in worship. The scent of incense filled the air, and the voice of the Lord thundered like a great storm, “Behold, I am making all things new” (Revelation 21:5). The Church, once weary and divided, now stood united and strong, a bride adorned for her bridegroom, ready for the day of the Lord.

And I saw the heavens open, and a voice from the throne declared, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and He will live with them. They will be His people, and God Himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away” (Revelation 21:3-4). The vision was clear—the Church had been purified, refined by the fires of trial, and now stood as a holy people, a royal priesthood, ready to inherit the Kingdom prepared for them from the foundation of the world (1 Peter 2:9; Matthew 25:34).

The vision began to fade, but the fragrance of life remained, lingering in the air like the memory of a beautiful song. The voice of the Lord still echoed in my heart, calling out to His people, “Rise up and live in the fullness of My life, for the time is near.” The words of Jesus resounded in my spirit, “I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly” (John 10:10).

This is the vision I saw, a revelation of the Church as it is to come—a Church alive in the Spirit, walking in the fullness of God’s life, and proclaiming His glory to all the earth. Blessed are those who hear this word and take it to heart, for the days of fulfillment are at hand. Amen.

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