Spoken word by the spiritual poet

This thought was inspired from The Gospel of Matthew chapter 12:43-45 where it discusses the notion of evil spirits leaving a person but eventually returns with several more.  Their occupation results in a state of total unrest (financial, social, emotional, and spiritual) for that person.  With the trappings of 21st century living, it’s become increasingly much more difficult to hear, see and know what is the will and ancient Way of Almighty God.  Let us pray when He returns a remnant of faith will be found.

“The Faith Of Abraham Cannot Be Found In This Generation”

The legion of unclean spirits that were cast out from the faithful forgotten generation and exiled to waterless regions of earth became agitated, arrogant and unruly as they could not find a place of rest in the uninhabited waterless abyss.  They conspired among themselves saying, let us go to the decedents of the faithful forgotten generation and render them captives.  For they have no faith as they do not believe in the God of their forefathers and they boast in the armor of flesh, boast in the armor of autonomy and boast in the armor of artillery and technology.  Yet their storage is empty and is engulfed by our dominion.  See, our name is Legion for we are numerous and numberless, wandering for centuries in dry and thirsty lands awaiting an opportune time to return and conquer as we hunger and thirst to take up strongholds in empty tombs and drink the souls of descendents from which we’ve been dispossessed.

We, the pestilence, the unclean spirits, will taunt them with the shadows of their past, taunt them with their burdens of shame and taunt them with the sickness of their secrets.  They sit in synagogues and temples and do not confess their sins one to another nor do they overcome by the blood of the Lamb as they do not testify to the Trinity.  We will deride them of their anemic faith as it is impotent, barren of substance and evidence and they cannot even see the right hand and everlasting arm of the Most High God for their eyes are unhealthy and body full of darkness.  They carry his emblem upon their neck and on their wrists but cannot call upon the Son of the Most High as they do not know him; for their faith and form of godliness is a masquerade for public assemblies.

We shall overcome them for they do not fast and pray and look not to the mountain of the Most High as they are possessed by the mammon of this generation which does not allow them to see the manifold witness of God’s faithfulness.  We have brought them to the time of trial and they sleep and slumber as they cannot watch but an hour under the weight and will of our world.  For they languish outside the shadow of the Almighty and are unable to wait upon the Lord, their strength is not renewed, they run and become weary, walk and faint and cannot tread upon the heights of faith for their hind feet falter as they are feeble.  Alas, we will drown them beneath billows of gigabits and torrent of terabits and petabits streaming media as they have bowed to the god of the age; the god of “Digital on Demand”.

Look and listen, hear their God speak of their low estate as we have overcome them by putting their faith beneath the fiery furnace of wanton intemperance.  Then God said, “Behold, they come on bended knees before me on hallowed ground and are not healed as they cannot touch the kinetic power that goes forth from my presence; for they do not believe because their faith is bounded and embalmed by the bondage of primal fear.  They sing with tongues of angels but their profligate heart lacks abstinence and is ambivalent and amoral. They no longer put on garments of praise but are naked and weighted down beneath the load of guilt and shame and have become the walking dead that do not live in temples but in tombs as my Spirit has been spurned and no longer indwells them.  They do not call upon the Son of the Most High God for their tongue like leather can no longer taste and see that the Lord is good and longs for the healing waters to give them utterance.  But woe unto them, for they will not find the streams of mercy nor will they wash in its precious flow and be made whiter than snow as the faith of their forefathers no longer leads them.  Their footsteps of faith have been nullified and washed away by prodigal indulgence in dissoluteness, drunkenness and worries of this world.  They do not repent at the proclamation of Solomon, Jonah or John the Baptist, the prophet of the Most High and see someone greater than Solomon is here, someone greater than Jonah is here and someone greater than John the Baptist is here.  Lo, someone greater than the laws and prophets of old, bread of the Presence, sanctuary, and the Sabbath is here.  Woe unto them as they cannot see with their eyes of faith for the lamp unto their soul is dim as they live in thick darkness and sit in the shadow of death and they do not recognize the Son of Man in the final hours of the latter days.

Is there no faith in all the earth?  Where are the sons and daughters of peace who are to receive my words of faith?  Have the legacy, the elect and remnant of my Word forsaken me and become fugitives of my faith?  Is there no one with breath who will stand and be numbered among the Lord’s chosen in such a time as this?  Is there no one who will forsake food for the stomach, clothing for the body and possessions for pride to come into my kingdom?  Is there no one who will turn their face to the cross of the crucified Christ and walk with him into my glory?  Behold the Great I AM who speaks from eternity the fullness of His Word!  Behold the numinous utterance of authority and power who is able to do the impossible!  Behold the only potentate for thrones and their scepters all shall pass away, crowns and their splendor shall buckle and bow at the thunder of my name says Lord of host!

Woe unto this generation for they tithe abundantly to Gog and Magog as they’ve forgotten the unadulterated justice, mercy and love of the Most High God, the Holy One of Israel.  This faithless and perverse generation has become lukewarm, has lost the savor of its saltiness, is neither good for soil or manure and now looks for signs and wonders in the heavenly realms.  I will call upon the gaunt souls in the valley of dry bones and breathe into them the breath of latter day faith!  I will call upon the consuming fire shut up in their bones that they may burn with holy fear and come forth as pure gold!  I will call upon the voices of the martyrs of ages past, present and yet to come, to wail and sing of my existential greatness in the 21^st century because this generation has not recognized the hour of my visitation!  And I will leave my Spirit with them until my work on earth is done; for the faith of Abraham cannot be found in this generation.”