Walk as He Walked – A Call to the Light

Oh, children of the Last Hour, how many times must the Spirit whisper before the ears of the church are opened? The saints read and reread the Book—eight, nine, ten times—until the pattern emerged: Walk in the light as He is in the light. Not walk in theory, not walk in tradition, but walk in the same light, the same holiness, the same Spirit fire that burned in Christ our King.

This is not a metaphor. This is a mirror.

If we say we abide in Him, then let the footprints of our lives match His. Let us walk as He walked—in mercy, in purity, in truth. He did not stumble through compromise or hide behind religion. He walked with fire in His eyes and a towel in His hand, serving, healing, cleansing. He is our example in purity. And we—yes, even we—are called to be pure as He is pure, righteous as He is righteous.

Modern prophets are not the ones who make headlines—they are the ones who love as He loved. They are those who carry the cross into hostile streets and return not with vengeance but with redemption. He commanded us to love—and that is not a soft word. It is a sword against the flesh and a balm for the wounded.

The world does not need another clever sermon. It needs a demonstration of holiness. We are to be as He is in this present world. Not someday, not when we escape—but now. Our likeness is not delayed until Heaven. It is revealed through yielding to the Spirit, moment by moment.

Look up! The same Jesus who was taken up shall return. And not in mystery, but in like manner—visible, glorious, undeniable. This is not myth. It is not metaphor. It is coming reality.

And the Feast of Tabernacles shouts the testimony of our God’s faithfulness in the wilderness. They dwelt in booths. So shall we learn to dwell under the shadow of the Almighty while the world melts with fear. God preserved His people when they had no power, no plan, no water. So shall He preserve His remnant in these last days.

He is coming. The Spirit is stirring. The light is shining. The call is clear: walk as He walked.

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The Fire Before the Throne – A Last Days Awakening

This is the hour of spiritual warfare. Let the church no longer slumber. We are not facing mild disagreements—we are standing in the tension between the throne of Christ and the fury of a defeated but desperate Satan. The battlefield is every soul, every city, every child.

The enemy knows his time is short. He is manifesting boldly, aggressively, through culture, through deception, through false prophets who say “Thus saith the Lord,” when the Lord has not spoken. But the Bible has no room for such false fire. The true Holy Spirit is a Person. Divine. Coequal with Father and Son. Holy.

And He still baptizes.

We need His fire like never before—not to entertain but to endure. The love of many is waxing cold. But to those who wait upon the Lord, to those who yield to the Spirit, power shall come. This is not survival by talent—it is survival by anointing.

Children, obey your parents. Raise homes of revival. A godly mother, a praying father—this is the true inheritance. For God wants not only churches, but households of glory. The frontlines are now in the living rooms.

We are not alone. Joshua, the helper of Moses, was raised up by his faithfulness. So now, God is raising up a new generation of helps—hidden ones who will rise with a mantle of leadership because they were faithful in quiet places.

As in Revelation, the thrones are being prepared. The martyrs are gathering. The cherubim are bowing. And the cry is going up before the throne: “Blessing and honor and power be to our God forever!” This is not poetry—it is prophecy. These words are being declared now in heaven as time barrels toward its final countdown.

The rapture? Oh yes, it draws near. And whether in life or in death, we shall be with the Lord. But the question is not when He comes—it is how we wait. Are we trimming our lamps? Are we still panting after righteousness as the body pants for air?

Remember the fiery serpent on the pole. A glimpse in faith brought healing. So now, in the midst of affliction, we look to the crucified Christ, and we live.

Beware the dead orthodoxy. Beware the ritual with no breath. God is not impressed by our order of service. He is looking for hearts burning with love and obedience.

And to the weary: do not give up on the cusp of breakthrough. Satan always lunges just before he lets go. Press in, press through. Victory belongs to those who refuse to quit in the midnight hour.

God is in control. And He will not delay His promise.

He is sealing His servants. He is shaking the heavens. He is stirring the church.

Let the trumpet sound in your soul.

Amen.