THE CAPTIVE OF ‘OUR CULTURE’

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A year before the great Siege, we coronated a new king. We ‘dined and wined’; and on sabbath & off sabbath we merried all year long often at our newly inaugurated king’s court.

Our farmers were hard working — they sowed in the morning; at dusk they returned to feast on all their harvest, and we all drank to stupor their fermented sour grapes.

Our hunters were fearless — they hunt all night; at dawn they returned with their games, and we devoured all: we seldom left nothing before their next hunt.

Our youth drank mixed wine. During the day they were seen sporting with strange women, and at midnight they hurried to tabernacle with strange gods.

Our teachers have itching ears and our Seerers were without fasting and prayers.

The aged and the sage amidst us, bemoaned and be warned us to learn from the ants who had ‘no guide, overseer, or ruler, yet provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest’ for the ‘rainy day’.

They reminded us of the days of Noah, how the people ate and drank, merried and were given to marriage, until the flood came upon them suddenly.

But we answered them saying: ‘we have built canals should flood comes, and our drainage system is well channelled to take away the rain. Moreover, we said, our land is fruitful and yielding. Our field is rich with hunts inexhaustible: we will always have enough for our sustainance’.

We listened not, but hurried away to our culture, just as a horse hastens to the battle front.

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The Siege came on us ‘like a thief in the night’. The heat of the War put a sudden halt to the culture we thought we couldn’t desist from.

The warnings of our aged echoes like the words of a prophet. Our farm laid desolate. Our field went barren. We hungered for bread and we thirst for drink. Some lost their loved ones to starvation. Others forsook their friends for survival.

Our canals could not save us. Our drainage could not help us. We learnt the hard lessons without telling….

Just as the news broke out that the enemy’s commandant had been captured and that the Siege was over, we hurried out of our hiding, the king, the farmers, the hunters and the youths. Unfortunately the aged amidst us never made it across, but their words stayed with us forever.

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Now we returned to labour on our farm, and we toiled on our field. Just as before, we harvested bountifully and we caught rich games. Then these reminded us again of our culture — the same acts that caused us much sorrow.

In less than a season, many were quickly taken away unto this same culture, just as a sheep taken for the slaughter; while others sluggardly joined.

As for me and my household we have refused to return to it — that ‘wide and broad path’ that leads to sorrow and damnation — because The One greater than a Prophet, had foretold a more gruesome than the great Siege will come upon the world.

READ JESUS’ ACCOUNT OF THE END TIME IN MATTHEW 24:4-51.

Are you part of then taken away by this culture — the world’s culture?
REPENT FOR THE COMING OF THE LORD IS NEARER THAN YOU AND I KNOW.

Get onboard the JESUS CULTURE. He beckons unto you to come!

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