“If thou hast run with the footmen, and they have wearied thee, then how canst thou contend with the horses? And if in the land of peace, wherein thou trustedst, they wearied thee, then how wilt thou do in the swelling of Jordan?” (Jeremiah 125).
In these end-time days, I need only the strongest, the most courageous, the most dedicated, and “sold-out to Me” soldiers of the Cross to enlist in My army. Many are called, but few are chosen, because they do not have the qualifications they need for this next battle ahead. Old, worn out soldiers cannot go into the heat of the battle because they don’t even have the strength to carry a heavy gun — let alone the military pack of armour that soldiers carry on their backs.
This is a complacent and spoiled generation. The only time it exerts any strength is when it is jogging, or “working out” in a gymnasium, or in one of the sports — and often that is for fame and fortune. It refuses to carry out the garbage, wash the dirty dishes in the sink, do its homework, keep its cars clean (inside and out), pick up after themselves, or cross the street to help out a needy neighbour. Instead, I hear complaints, grumbling, and faultfinding with their work, their colleagues, their parents, their wives and husbands and families. My ears are full of their noise. They even complain to Me in their prayers.
Where are your muscles? I gave them to you so that you can be a strong soldier. Where are your army boots? You have taken them off, and are walking around in soft slippers. Where is your military armour? You have exchanged it for a costly suit from some high priced House of Fashion. Where is your courtesy and deportment? You speak with profanity and filth and you slouch about like a sneaky criminal.
I am tired of My children. Their teachers are forbidden to discipline them, their parents refuse to — instead; they want to be their “pals.” Mothers try to look like their daughters, and many act like them too. If the pastor preaches against sin, they get angry and walk out of the church to a more comfortable “pew” where the preaching will make you feel you’re not so bad.
There is sin in My House. There is infidelity, and unfaithfulness in Christian families, that is worse than in the homes of the nations whom you call pagan. They are willing to die for their causes. But My children refuse to LIVE for Me! If you continue as you are, you wouldn’t even be accepted in My boot camp! How then can I train you, unless you repent and turn to Me with all your heart and change your ways?
The Jordan is flowing softly now, but there is a terrible rainstorm coming, and it will soon change the little stream into a mighty torrent. How will you swim across it then if you have not got the strength to paddle across it now?
I am choosing the Elect. They alone will be worthy of the honour.
He Sent Me Back to Tell You by Gwen Shaw
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