Pity a nation

Pity a nation where God's voice has been silenced, not through persecution
and oppression but through gluttony, drunkenness and good times.
Where are your prophets Oh nation who was used of God in the past? Where
are the watchmen to sound the alarm on your walls of impending disasters
coming?
Why don't I hear any voices saying "Thus says the Lord.." to this nation?
Church your silence is deafening and many will suffer because of it.. You
have forgotten that judgement begins in the house of the Lord.
Your own children will perish, your own families will disperse.
The comfort you pursued and took for granted will soon be shattered...
The enemy is at the door and birds of the air are prepared to devour on
your flesh. But you are still feasting , playing games and chasing the
air...
You have forgotten that I am a just God. A holy God who shows no
favouritism.
My church is being slaughtered, scattered to the hills, ravaged by lions
with swords. Looting, raping, slavery and my church in the West is still
partying fast, totally unconcerned about their fate.
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone.. my bride is being chased, harassed,
subdued, killed and uprooted.. and no word of contest, no word of
condemnation from the fat sheep of the West.
Keep the flow of platters of food coming. Keep my goblet of wine full. I
am planning my next holiday, where is your destination? I am moving to a
bigger house, a new car and higher salary... Don't disturb my lifestyle, I
am on a mission to serve ME.. Praise the Lord.. God is good! Shame about
the less fortunate, the voiceless and the downtrodden. But thank God my
life is good. Africa had it coming, Middle East is always at war but
praise the Lord our cups overflows. A finger in this business, a foot in
that place. Race of life is fast and I like it that way.
The God in heaven waits.. weighing the hearts of men. Seeing who in His
flock is grieving in Babylon, groaning in pain.
Soon the show will end and the curtains come down. It seems my church is
too engaged in the play to know the Master Play Writer's end game.
Many great civilisations have come to an end.. why do we think our fun will
never end?
My church has made this world their home . No ambitions for their heavenly
home..
Is there any wonder no one knows the hour of my second visitation and there
is no trumpet call saying "The bridegroom is near..."
Pity the nation where God's voice is silenced.. It is not Politically
Correct, nor convenient to make people afraid.. so my virgins asleep (the
wise as well as the foolish), till the next disaster rattles the cages of
my enslaved friends..
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And I heard Him say: "It has to be done, shaking must come. It is most
needed. But the question is "will my people learn from this shaking? Will
they really seek me and change their ways or will another (more severe)
birth pangs would have gone unheeded? Behold! I am coming soon for my
bride. Is anyone ready? Does anyone care? Will the son of man find faith
on the Earth upon His return?(Luke 18:8)
Ezekiel 22:30-31 I searched for a man among them who would build up the
wall and stand in the gap before Me for the land, so that I would not
destroy it; but I found no one.Thus I have poured out My indignation on
them; I have consumed them with the fire of My wrath; their way I have
brought upon their heads, declares the Lord GOD.

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Haleh L.---LONDON

Oct 9, 2014