My scribe, write my words for those with ears to hear. All is written in my word, but so many fail to search it. and many more lack discernment and understanding in their studies. Who are those that have been paying attention to the abounding signs upon your nation and throughout your earth? Are you awakened? Are your eyes opened to the division that is occurring between my light, and the blackness of the enemy? It is easy, yet foolish to ignore my signs being heaped upon your earth now. Some from me, and some allowed execution by the enemy himself. You see my children, the table has been set, and the feast has been prepared. Where are my servants? Have they left the banquet hall? Have they been called away by the cares of this world? I call to them, come back, my servants, to their appointed places. For these delicacies cannot serve themselves. I call to you now, did the food take too long to prepare? You wandered away, so tired of waiting? Must the food not be prepared to perfection before it is served? Your patience ran out, did it? I have repeated again and again, your time is not my time, and my timing will always be perfect. Have no doubt, I know what it is like to be apart of a world in which you do not belong. Watching is pass you by, as a spectator, but not participating. Do not envy their gluttony my loves, for your reward is incomparable to their passing flash of gluttony. Turn back to me my servants, though your flesh bodies and minds ache, and you believe you cannot carry on, you must. Allow me to be your strength in these final hours. Have you stopped believing my promises because they seemed too far away? They’ve never ceased, and are eternally secure. For I do not go back on my word, and my covenant with you is eternal. if you have stepped back into this world, stop dead in your tracks. Repent, and turn back towards your redeemer. I see so many that have given up and given in. You’ve layed down my crosses and my burden upon you weighted you down. You took my burden upon yourself, as if you could. You forgot, my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Come back to me my servants for you must share in the reaping of my harvest. So much ripened wheat among the tares. Do not be discounted as a harvester. Come back and serve at my feast. Fight your weary bones and bear MY yoke, not your own. We look down upon the camp of the enemy, and are ready to attack. Wake up, my sleeping soldiers and place your armor on. Warfare is about to intensify. For we have enemies in our own camp. They will be driven out, and we will prevail against them. And when our army comes into one accord, they will have no chance against us. Wake up, those of you who have fallen asleep. Could you not keep watch with me for even one hour? Has the enemy hypnotized you with the lures of this world? You are deceived, for there is nothing that should keep you away from me. My harvesters, lift your eyes, and look upon the fields, for they are ripe and ready for harvest. You are apart of my end time plan, if you are awake, and remain diligent. If you are asleep, wake up.
Do not grow weary of doing good, for in good season we will reap, if we do not give up.
From the fig tree, learn its lesson. As soon as the branch becomes tender and puts out its leaves, you know that the summer is near.
And in the morning, It will be foul weather to day: for the sky is red and lowring. O ye hypocrites, ye can discern the face of the sky; but can ye not discern the signs of the times?
A wicked and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given unto it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas. And he left them, and departed.