#prophecies of God's judgments

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

Judgment on Israel's Neighbors

1 The words of Amos be these, that was in the shepherds’ things of Tekoa, which he saw on Israel, in the days of Uzziah, that is, Azariah, king of Judah, and in the days of Jeroboam, son of Jehoash , king of Israel, before two years of the earth-moving. (These be the words of Amos, a shepherd from Tekoa, what he said about Israel, in the days of Uzziah, the king of Judah, and in the days of Jeroboam, the son of Jehoash, the king of Israel, two years before the earthquake.)

2 And he said, The Lord shall roar from Zion, and shall give his voice from Jerusalem; and the fair things of shepherds mourned, and the top of Carmel was made dry (and the pastures of the shepherds were parched, and the top of Mount Carmel was made dry).

3 The Lord saith these things, On three great trespasses of Damascus, and on four, I shall not convert it, for it threshed Gilead in iron wains. (The Lord saith these things, For the three great trespasses of Damascus, and for the fourth, I shall not turn away their punishment, for they carved, or sliced, up the people of Gilead with iron wagons, or with iron sleds.)

4 And I shall send fire into the house of Hazael, and it shall devour the houses of Benhadad.

5 And I shall all-break the bar(s), [or locks,] of Damascus, and I shall lose a dweller from the field of idol, and him that holdeth the sceptre from the house of lust and of lechery; and the people of Syria shall be translated to Kir, saith the Lord. (And I shall altogether break the locks of Damascus, and I shall destroy the inhabitants of the field of Aven, and him who holdeth the sceptre of the house of Eden; and the people of Syria, or of Aram, shall be carried away captive to Kir, saith the Lord.)

6 And the Lord saith these things, On three great trespasses of Gaza, and on four, I shall not convert it, for it translated perfect captivity, to close that together in Idumea. (And the Lord saith these things, For the three great trespasses of Gaza, and for the fourth, I shall not turn away their punishment, for they carried away their Israelite captives, and delivered up, or sold, them to Edom.)

7 And I shall send fire into the wall of Gaza, and it shall devour the houses thereof. (And I shall send fire onto the city walls of Gaza, and it shall devour the houses there.)

8 And I shall lose the dwellers of Ashdod, and him that holdeth the sceptre of Ashkelon; and I shall turn mine hand on Ekron, and the remnants of Philistines shall perish, saith the Lord God. (And I shall destroy the inhabitants of Ashdod, and him who holdeth the sceptre of Ashkelon; and I shall turn my hand against Ekron, and the remnants of the Philistines shall perish, saith the Lord God.)

9 The Lord God saith these things, On three great trespasses of Tyre, and on four, I shall not convert it, for they closed together perfect captivity in Idumea, and had not mind on the bond of peace of brethren. (The Lord God saith these things, For the three great trespasses of Tyre, and for the fourth, I shall not turn away their punishment, for they delivered up, or sold, their Israelite captives to Edom, and did not remember their covenant with their kinsmen.)

10 And I shall send fire into the wall of Tyre, and it shall devour the houses thereof. (And I shall send fire onto the city walls of Gaza, and it shall devour the houses there.)

11 The Lord saith these things, On three great trespasses of Edom, and on four, I shall not convert it, for it pursued by sword his brother, and defouled the mercy of him, and poured further his strong vengeance, and kept his indignation till into without end. (The Lord saith these things, For the three great trespasses of Edom, and for the fourth, I shall not turn away their punishment, for they pursued their own kinsmen with swords, and defiled their own mercy/and gave them no mercy, and poured out more of their strong vengeance, and kept their indignation kindled forevermore.)

12 And I shall send fire into Teman, and it shall devour the houses of Bozrah.

13 The Lord saith these things, On three great trespasses of the sons of Ammon, and on four, I shall not convert him, for he carved the women with child of Gilead, for to alarge his term. (The Lord saith these things, For the three great trespasses of Ammon, and for the fourth, I shall not turn away their punishment, for they carved up the women with child in Gilead, in order to enlarge their boundaries.)

14 And I shall kindle fire in the wall of Rabbah, and it shall devour the houses thereof, in yelling in the day of battle, and in whirlwind in the day of moving together. (And I shall send fire onto the city walls of Rabbah, and it shall devour its houses, and there shall be shouting on the day of battle, and in the great moving, or in the tumult, on the day of the whirlwind.)

15 And Malcham shall go into captivity, he and his princes together, saith the Lord. (And their king shall go into captivity, he and his leaders together, saith the Lord.) — Amos 1 | Wycliffe's Bible (WYC) The Wycliffe Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Deuteronomy 3:11; 1 Samuel 6:17; 2 Samuel 11:1; 2 Samuel 14:2; 1 Kings 20:1; 2 Kings 6:24; 2 Kings 10:33; 2 Kings 13:7; 2 Kings 14:23; 2 Kings 15:16; 2 Kings 16:9; 2 Chronicles 26:6; Psalm 46:6; Psalm 81:14; Isaiah 5:8; Isaiah 14:29; Isaiah 22:6; Isaiah 34:5; Isaiah 42:13; Isaiah 63:1; Jeremiah 47:4-5; Jeremiah 49:3; Ezekiel 25:7; Ezekiel 26:4; Ezekiel 30:8; Matthew 11:21-22; Luke 10:13-14

[lettersfromgod]

"Give Me glory! Kiss The Son! For darkness is overhead and great turmoil has come upon this generation, the likes of which no generation before has ever seen, the Great and Terrible Day of The Lord! Woe to the inhabitants of the earth! For The Lord your God is coming down to you in judgment and for great ruin, FOR CALAMITY! Behold, I am coming out of My sanctuary to destroy, until there is no sin left upon the earth, until all things have bowed down before Me, to give Me glory! And to those who kiss The Son, to them I shall be God, very close at hand; even they shall rest upon My bosom. Yet to those who forsake Me, who do always rebel against Me and curse My name and The Messiah, to them also shall I be God, very close at hand - The God of vengeance and recompense! The God of judgment and justice!"

~ Says The Lord

📖 Excerpt from: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/The_Voice_of_The_Almighty_God

▶ Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K16tpN0bcPw&list=PLE8FlkxQPQkP4Ljrix_obl1uYSx1VNyqE&index=52

[delightintheway]

*Video!* THE SIGNS OF THE COMING OF THE SON OF MAN -> -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rktIJyyOElY&list=PLE8FlkxQPQkNhyk7QOplwIcW788ErwTRh&index=21 <- <- "Behold, all shall be moved from their places, that the eyes of the prideful might be opened and the ears of the arrogant unstopped, that all might repent and return to Me! Therefore watch! For the time has come for the will of God to be made manifest, for the earth to tremble and quake, to spew its fervent heat! Now is the time for signs in the heavens above and in the earth beneath, for the judgments of God to be poured out, for the wrath of God to fall from Heaven!

Therefore, come out from among them, And take refuge in Me…

For I am your only shelter, Your only sanctuary from the storm…

Says The Holy One of Israel."

Excerpt from: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/The_Signs_of_the_Coming_of_The_Son_of_Man

[giantkillerjack]

Christ's sacrifice on the cross fulfilled prophecies, freed us from the old covenant (that would be what your friend was talking about with the animal sacrifices), and reconciled us in our fallen nature to God our heavenly Father. Why would God want to prevent the fulfilment of a prophecy of our redemption through his Son? You can find really clearly broken down explanations with simple Google searches. or even on Youtube, if reading isn't your thing.

[Continued in second anon]:

also, catholics don't believe that people capable of change are condemned to hell... that's sort of the whole shindig of purgatory.

it seems like the issue wasn't that you were "too much of a fag" to stay, but rather when the questions you had weren't addressed by those in your immediate circle of influence you decided it was all bogus. cause these are good questions! good questions that have been answered hundreds of times over hundreds of years beginning with the early church fathers

[This is in reference to a post I made about how I feel Jesus died for no reason and that my childhood in Catholic school failed to explain it to me. I wrote "thank goodness I was too much of a fag to stay."]

I mean I very much was too much of a fag to stay - the Catholic Church is not kind to queers, and there's a reason every one of my queer friends who grew up Catholic is no longer part of the Church. Lil Nas X knows what's up! Better to rule in Hell and all that. My girlfriend often talks about how she believes if she was raised Catholic as an autistic queer, she would not have lived to adulthood. I agree with her. The shame of it all would have destroyed her. So I very much was and AM too faggy to be a Catholic, and I am immensely grateful for this because I was very very unhappy in the Church.

But actually, the initial reason I had a long agonizing crisis of faith and then dropped it entirely was actually a thought that occurred years before my realization of my own queerness would have forced me either out of the Church anyway or else deep into dangerous self-loathing.

I think the actual heart of the question that destroyed my faith is this:

Is God omnipotent, or not? And if yes, why does he need us to suffer?

Because if he's not omnipotent, then all of this makes sense to me. The whole theology, I mean. Horrible sacrifices had to be made to stop every human soul from going to Hell for all eternity. A long painful battle against the Adversary waged by the good God and his people! It would make sense that he had to suffer if there are other powerful forces at play that established the prophecies he is fulfilling!

But... if he wrote the prophecy..... then....... why? Someone has to write the prophecy in the first place, right? It's not impressive to fulfill your own prophecy, and it doesn't explain why he made one.

If God is not omnipotent, then of course child abuse exists in this world on a massive scale. He hates it and is doing his best to fight it! This fits with the picture of a loving and merciful God that I was taught in school.

But... if he IS omnipotent, then I need to know why child abuse exists. "Mysterious ways" won't cut it because that just means "it doesn't make sense and also maybe that suffering is actually necessary." Which is not an answer I will accept.

The thing that killed my faith was the idea that God cannot be both all-powerful AND kind.

And everything I have experienced about God's Love has been through threats of Hell. I don't think it's kind to save someone from Hell if you condemned them in the first place and also you created Hell. That sounds a lot like an abuser saying you ought to be grateful they didn't hit you and will let you make it up to them. It's a warped version of mercy.

The Catholic church has historically relied on and continues to rely on shame, fear, and social ostracization in order to gain funding and influence. These are very powerful weapons that they use very liberally - shame, fear, isolation - and as long as that Central Paradox I mentioned above continues to exist, then their claim to power and righteousness sounds awfully hollow.

Which brings me back to the concept of martyrdom. I was taught, in no uncertain terms, that sacrifice was something inherently holy. Even when it didn't help anyone! Lent was just a practice in self-denial. It was never clear why Jesus needed it from us.

I was told the only way to 100% be a good person is to never stop sacrificing myself, and even after I stopped believing in a god, this attitude remained deeply, poisonously rooted. (Thanks, Capitalism!) When I was 25, I worked myself nearly to death, and I'm still dealing with the permanent health consequences of that. So ingrained is this mindset in me.

Being gay helped me to avoid falling back into the Church because they hate queers so much, and I am so so grateful for that.

The day I decided God didn't exist, I remember feeling like I could breathe for the first time. I was free! I was loved! I was no longer alone! I no longer had to define my life around shame and guilt! It was terrifying, but also like going from a world full of gray to one full of color!

I think in the end, little 11-year-old me decided that if God was not kind, then I don't know what the point of him is.

And as much as it hurt, knowing that going back wasn't an option for me also helped me stay safe!! Thank goodness I am a dyke!!!

[kdmiller55]

You Can Count On God

1 Again I lifted my eyes and saw, and behold, four chariots came out from between two mountains. And the mountains were mountains of bronze. 2 The first chariot had red horses, the second black horses, 3 the third white horses, and the fourth chariot dappled horses—all of them strong. 4 Then I answered and said to the angel who talked with me, “What are these, my lord?” 5 And the angel answered…

[heartofashepherd]

The Sixth and Seventh Seals of the Apocalypse (Revelation 7-8) – from ww...

[kingdomassociate]

Hear the Holy Spirit

The word of Jesus Christ.“Nevertheless I tell you the truth. It is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you; but if I depart, I will send Him to you. And when He has come, He will convict the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment: of sin, because they do not believe in Me; of righteousness, because I go to My Father and you see Me no…

[ryanranney]

Assembly of the Hand

If even an eye could see the mystery of peace for a glance would it not know the settling heart? Whereas the idleness of words betray our senses so too are the words of the prophets for another cause I have seen her with the scale balanced wished to give standing upon the world of the dead knowing it is they who shall rise not knowing the time for all prophets are of another time I have seen him…

[shiningthelightministries]

Bible Study - Repent NOW!

[jonathanvik]

Krisis - Chapter 4

“No way.” Rocke stared, stuck rigidly in place. His worst nightmare had come true. The law had come for him. From Police Chief Rolf’s expression, violence was his preferred way of taking down Rocke, even if he surrendered peacefully. Dallas tensed, ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice. Kallane’s guarded eyes darted around like a cornered animal. Maple fretted, scrunching up her apron nervously. Only Matthias remained maddeningly impassive.

Outside, the engines of the police cars roared like thunder, surrounding them with no chance of escape. Even the Sovereign couldn’t rescue them from this situation.

But the Sovereign’s prophet stood firm, unintimidated by the brute threatening them. “Excuse me, sir. But you are tracking dust into this house. Please wipe your feet before entering.”

This unexpected challenge made the police chief blink briefly before he smiled and nodded. “Fair enough.” Much to Rocke’s surprise, Rolf removed his shoes and placed them on the mat.

“Good. We can now have a civilized discussion,” Matthias said.

This earned a snort from Rolf, but it held a decent amount of respect. “You’ve got guts, Daliven! You’re not what I expected from someone who was a filing clerk before turning to this prophet nonsense. If you have something to say, speak up.”

“I want to lay out terms. I only want my friend Rocke treated with dignity and respect and that no one else gets caught in the crossfire. You may have us cornered, but the situation could easily explode out of control. If you harmed me, for example, it might spark a riot among the Ottomon.”

“Never thought of it that way,” Rolf said, mulling over the prophet’s words.

Rocke realized Matthias might have a point. Nobody in the slums cared about some spoiled upper-city kid, but these people considered Matthias a holy man. The situation could become ugly, hurting many. From the protective zeal Rocke spotted in each of the Ottomon’s eyes, even the ones peering in from outside, they seemed ready to give their lives to protect their prophet. Rolf could see it too.

“Truth be told, I want you dead, Matthias Daliven. You’re a troublemaker, and I hate troublemakers,” Rolf said, sending a jolt of fear through Rocke. 

The police chief scowled, mulling over his options. There wasn’t any doubt to wanted to ring Rocke’s thin neck, but after a tense couple of minutes, practicality won out. “But I can’t deny that killing you might spark something I can’t control. We’d deal with you all eventually, mark my words, but the cost wouldn’t be acceptable to the higher-ups. The Mayor would have my behind.”

The police chief wasn’t wrong. It was election time. An uncontrollable riot wouldn’t look good. Rocke held his breath. Was Matthias going to solve this peaceably?

“Fine. The kid comes with me without a fuss, and I promise not to rough him up.” Rolf clearly didn’t like making this promise but continued anyway. “You have my word as an officer of the law.”

“But!” Kallane said in protest. Dallas stopped her, placing a firm hand on her shoulder and shaking his head.

“That is acceptable. Sorry, my boy, but this is where we part ways,” Matthias said, his voice compassionate.

“Yeah,” Rocke said, nodding. Part of him wanted to protest and fight, but he feared what would happen if he tried. These people had shown nothing but kindness to him. He couldn’t bear seeing them get hurt. “I’m ready to go.”

“Good.” Rolf slapped electronic cuffs over Rocke’s hands and pushed him toward the door. The police chief’s voice hardened, becoming dangerous. “And one thing before I go. I’ll tolerate you spreading your prophecies, but if I sniff a hint of trouble from the Demons, I’ll smash down on you like a hammer against an anvil.”

“Agreed,” Matthias said with a slight nod.

“Bye, everyone. Thanks for your hospitality,” Rocke said with a sad smile. Despite only knowing them for a day, he’d miss them.

“May the Sovereign go with you,” Matthias said.

Kallane thudded a fist against her chest and offered a deep, heartfelt bow of respect. “Go with strength and courage, Rocke.” Dallas and Maple repeated the gesture.

“Some fellow,” Rolf said after depositing Rocke on his cop car’s back seat. “It’s been a while since someone challenged me like that.”

“You were lying, right?” Phú, the cutesy avatar, said from the front seat panel. “You’re not really letting those rabble-rousing scum escape, are you?”

Rocke tensed, realizing Rolf had likely only said those things to prevent an incident. Nothing bound the police chief to his word. Much to his shock, Rolf shook his head.

“No, my word is my bond,” Rolf replied. “Let him play prophet. Besides, when forty days pass and nothing happens, he’ll look a total fool. Let him destroy himself.”

“Okay,” Phú said, disappointed. Was the fun, cutesy avatar of the Vladus police department always this bloodthirsty? He’d always rather enjoyed the little public service announcement shorts she’d done in her service for the greater public good. 

“And that means no trouble from you, either,” Rolf said.

“Yeah! Escape and I’ll kill you!” Phú added with the utmost seriousness. It almost earned an amused chuckle from Rocke. Was she serious?

“No trouble,” Rocke said, nodding. Although this danger had passed, it was a minor reprieve. He would confront his father soon. Rocke almost wished a fight had broken out and killed him. It’d spare him from worse.

---

“We can’t just let them go!” Kallane yelled, continuing her rant. She’d been railing against everything she hated about the UOP and their people for almost a solid ten minutes. Matthias waited for her to finish, amused by her vitriol. Dallas waited with him, arms crossed. Her mother only sighed, brewing some much-needed tea.

“I refuse to allow those monsters to keep him!” Kallane declared, eyes hardening. She’d made her decision and wouldn’t move from it.

“I agree,” Matthias replied.

“Eh?” Kallane blinked, unsure she’d heard him right.

“You’re right. We can’t leave Rocke in their hands. For one thing, throwing him in jail for defending another isn’t just. Another is that Vladus isn’t safe. Once the Sovereign’s judgment comes, he’ll be in terrible danger if he stays in the city. And besides, I promised to protect the lad.”

“Oh,” Kallane said, brightening.

“I have no intention of abandoning the boy either,” Dallas said, nodding, despite only knowing Rocke for only a couple of minutes.

“Yes, that boy needs our help,” Maple said, her expression going hard. It was a sharp contrast to her usual plump, friendly face.

“Breaking Rocke out of the police station won’t be easy.” Matthias stroked the stubble on his chin. But the daunting prospect of their mission didn’t scare him. “We need to rescue Rocke before they send him to an actual prison. Freeing him then will be nearly impossible with our limited resources.”

“It’ll take some days before he’s processed and sent to trial.” Dallas tapped his chin. “Getting the plans to the station’s layout shouldn’t be difficult.”

“I can get more muscle,” Maple said, surprising her daughter.

“Mom?”

“I have connections. All trustworthy, I promise you,” her mother replied, amused by her daughter’s reaction.

Unbeknownst to Kallane, her mother had facilitated their contact with Dallas. Maple had an interesting and colorful past, from what Matthias understood. Where do you think her daughter inherited her boundless courage and determination?

“And I’ll help however else I can,” Kallane said weakly, realizing the others already had the plan well underway. For all her courage and bluster, she hadn’t really thought her plan through. Thankfully, she had plenty of friends.

“Let’s be about it, people. And may the Sovereign watch over us,” Matthias said.

---

“Ah, welcome Rolf. It’s a pleasure to see you again.” The man at the desk rose, flashing his trademark smile. It was so wide that Rolf saw every tooth. The Mayor seemed to glow like the sun, his perfectly coiffed blond hair a model of human beauty. It made the police chief somewhat self-conscious about his bald dome. 

“I live to serve, sir,” was Rolf’s guarded reply. He knew behind the smile and chiseled jaw hid a devious, ruthless mind. Mayor Cal Sunbearer wanted something.

“I heard how you apprehended your nephew’s murderer,” Sunbearer said. “Shame. He seemed like such a bright, promising young lad. Poor Fenweller must be fretting about how he’ll recover from this.”

“And I’m sure you don’t mind how it’s damaged your chief rival’s chances in the upcoming election,” Rolf thought. He detected the gloating hidden behind the mayor’s consoling words. No doubt everyone was whispering about Fenweller Ralss’ nephew’s recent arrest.

“Since I know how much you dislike small talk, I’ll be brief. I’ve been hearing concerning reports.”

“Oh?”

“They tell me a madman is running around, telling people the end is nigh and our great city is doomed to destruction.”

“Him? Ignore it. He’s a crackpot, little more.”

But the mayor’s displeasure was evident on his face. “It’s not like you to tolerate such obvious troublemakers. With the election late next month, I’d rather have people more focused on the election than some impending doom saying. His prophecies have spread far across the UOP, even to Prime Minister Luciest’s ears. He’s concerned.”

“Matthias Daliven is a crackpot. Everyone will forget about him soon enough,” Rolf said, undaunted. Some pretty pencil pusher wouldn’t push him around, his stern gaze telling Sunbearer that much.

The mayor clicked his tongue. “If you say so. I don’t like the unrest that’s been gathering in my city. The Demons are marching in protests for every perceived slight that’s bothering them that week. Vanderfall is making some behind-closed-doors deals with Dugran and Konquell. Some of my constituents fear they’re making an alliance against the UOP for some military retribution for the last war.” And with Vladus close to Vanderfall’s border, they’d be the first to face the country’s wrath. 

To this, Rolf only shrugged. “It’s the Prime Minister’s and Defense Department’s problem. Why are you even worried? The UOP possesses the strongest military in the world. Even together, those three nations can’t oppose us. They’d be fools to try.”

“Regardless, I want the city calm for the next election. No distractions. Period,” the mayor said, his voice hard. “If you need to burn down some slums to keep the Demons quelled, I won’t complain.”

“Fine,” Rolf said, his tone neutral. What was the mayor anxious about? Did Sunbearer know something he didn’t? “You won’t hear a peep.”

The mayor’s serious expression evaporated, throwing Rolf his trademark golden smile. “Excellent. You’re a marvel, Rolf.”

---

Rocke shivered, trying to keep his despair from his face. With other criminals around him, he dared not show weakness. The dank cell was devoid of any comforts. Even the stone seat underneath him seemed designed for maximum discomfort.

A colorful assortment accompanied him in the cell, many accustomed to being locked up. Their faces were hard, used to violence. Rocke even noticed some Ottomon among their number, just as unfriendly. He kept his guard up, but thankfully, no one bothered him.

“Rocke Ralss. You have a visitor,” an officer said, moving to open the cell.

“Here we go,” Rocke thought. His movements were stiff as he exited the cell, each step a walk closer to hell.

And there his father stood, accompanied by Police Chief Rolf and the other officers. His father, Ekkor Ralss, was an imposing man, standing almost 15 centimeters taller than his son. His shoulders were broad, someone in peak physical health despite his middle years. Worse was his stony gaze, his steely eyes offered his son neither warmth nor affection. They bore into Rocke like a ruthless predator.

“Father, I…” 

Stars flashed behind Rocke’s eyes as a fist connected with his chin, dazed he suddenly found himself lying on the floor. The officers stared in wide-eyed shock at the scene, but didn’t interfere. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” his father said. “How you’ve hurt this family?”

Rocke stayed silent, remaining on the floor.

“After everything I’ve done for you, and this is how you repay me? Uncle Fenweller is furious. You’re lucky he isn’t here. He wouldn’t have been so gentle.” His father clicked his tongue. “Thanks to your foolishness, your uncle’s prospects of getting elected mayor are almost ruined. After he took you into his high-rise too! And for what? To protect some worthless beggar and kill an upstanding member of society?”

This triggered something in Rocke. He’d planned to stay silent and let his father finish his tirade. But dammit, he wouldn’t allow that last comment to slide.

Rocke stood to his feet, matching his old man’s steely glare. “That beggar is a good man. He’s done nothing deserving death.”

“What? That vagabond spouting out religious claptrap?” his father shot back, his gaze intense enough to melt steel, but Rocke held firm. Despite the tragedy, for once, Rocke felt proud of his actions. He sure as hell wouldn’t allow anyone to shame him for it.

“Claptrap or not, Matthias is a brave man,” Rocke replied evenly. “And he’s done nothing to anyone. What Joven attempted to do was wrong. I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.”

Father and son entered an intense staring match, Rocke refusing to be intimidated. The punch came again, faster than Rocke could react. He collapsed, wheezing, on the cold floor.

“I see you’ve inherited your grandmother’s idiocy. What type of fool stands proud when they throw away their life? I was hoping I might salvage something from this situation. Now I see I shouldn’t have bothered. Don’t expect us to spend a copper defending you. You’re on your own, Rocke. Never come home again. You aren’t wanted.” Ekkor Ralss walked away from his son, never looking back. 

Tears threatened to spill. Rocke wasn’t sure if it was the pain or sadness. Still, part of Rocke felt relieved, free, like he’d exorcised the worst part of himself.

“Tsk.” Much to Rocke’s surprise, Rolf was surprisingly gentle as he lifted his prisoner from the concrete floor. “Let’s go, lad. Up and easy.”

Rolf’s expression was sour as he returned Rocke to his cell. He muttered under his breath about worthless fathers. Rocke was relieved as he parked himself back on the jail cell bench, his ribs still aching. His father hadn’t held back.

“We’ll get you a decent lawyer,” Rolf said as he left. “I don’t appreciate what you did to my nephew, but you deserve better.”

Rocke blinked, dumbfounded. Didn’t Rolf hate him? It surprised him to find something decent in the Police Chief of Vladus. Still, Rocke was truly alone now, abandoned by everyone who might help him. Even his mother hadn’t been interested in seeing him.

“Dear Sovereign, please help me,” Rocke said in silent prayer, tears stinging his eyes. He paused, lost for words, too overwhelmed with emotion. What did someone even ask of the creator of the universe? Would he even listen to a fool like Rocke? Finally, one simple request came to mind. “Please, I need you.”

[judahmaccabees]

callous money grubbers pretending to be spiritual to usurp Good, damned

burying gold in banks instead of ever helping others you can't use, so ugly & disgusting, demonic, hateful, abusive, evil, and selfish complete

[lettersfromgod]

"…For thus says The Lord: Come out and humble yourselves, O peoples of the earth! Repent of your evil deeds, turn aside from all this iniquity and return to Me! For you have forsaken Me! Days without end you deny My name and shake your fists at Heaven, as you reject The Salvation of God; behold, you spit upon The Name and desecrate My Word, without ceasing! Therefore harken to My voice, says The Lord, for I am come![1] And behold, judgment shall blaze before Me and great desolation after!…"

[1]: Also read: "I AM COME": https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/I_AM_COME

📖 Excerpt from: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Woe_to_the_Captives_of_This_World

▶ Three Part Video Series (with voice over): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFeOa9_3-rI&list=PLE8FlkxQPQkOki3y3XQqS8Nx49EwLuRld&index=9

[delightintheway]

*New Video!* "JUDGMENT AND WOE - Until the glory of man is turned backward, and the pride of man is bowed down..." -> -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuBPE9FrkfA&list=PLSVchFJ22QYKZW4CHtZ43YBxdHUTgS9rv&index=1 <- <- "Behold, in an unheard word I shall whisper to the foundations of the earth, and they shall quiver, they shall begin to shake. Yea, I shall increase the sound of My voice, and the continents shall bend to My will. They shall crack and move about in their places, as one bound struggling to break free, as one overcome with panic desperate to flee. For the countenance of The Holy One has changed; His demeanor is set to defend, to avenge and pour out judgment, to shake the earth violently!…

Behold! The Wrath of The Lamb!…

THE LION!"

~ Says The Lord

Excerpt from: https://www.thevolumesoftruth.com/Judgment_and_Woe

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No Match for the Almighty

5 If thieves came to you,     if plunderers came by night—     how you have been destroyed!—     would they not steal only enough for themselves? If grape gatherers came to you,     would they not leave gleanings? 6 How Esau has been pillaged,     his treasures sought out! 7 All your allies have driven you to your border;     those at peace with you have deceived you; they have prevailed against…