Those with ears, let them hear.
The coming times are among us. The tribulation has already begun. Even though it's written that creation occured in six days, the six days does not reflect man's day, sun up to sun down. A day will be a thousand years, and a thousand years will be a day. Time does not mean the same on the outside as it does here. From the time the seals are broken on the scroll of Truth until the end will not be seven years man's time.
The seven seals have already been broken! The riders of the apocalypse are wandering the earth! Ever-seeing, but never perceiving. Hear the words of the living God: "I am The Way, The Truth, and The Life". Man does not live on bread alone, but the body of Christ, and it is freely offered to those willing to accept this eternal sustenance.
The time is near. The trumpets have shouted. Not every one. The last few are waiting for the seven bowls to be poured out onto us. The last trumpets in coordination with the bowls will initiate Armaggedon, The [final] Antichrist and False prophet. Do not let their blasphemy into your heart! Always be aware of the yeast of the wicked. If a thick film covers your eyes and blinds you from sight, ask that they are healed. Utter turmoil, the likes that humanity has not been witness, will accompany these bowls. The self-proclaimed god among men will deceive you into looking to him for answers. But I tell you, do not look to man for Truth, for he does not hold it. Only our Father holds such triumph. Ask Him, our Father, that your eyes be opened during these times so that man does not lead you astray.
He has his axe ready at the roots of everyone, the trees that bear no fruit will be taken away to make room for trees that will bear fruit. Storing up your treasures on earth, you get rid of your crop and build a barn to store your remaining crops to live comfortable? After you pass, how long will your storage barn serve others before it is empty? Surely keeping the crop would continue yielding long after the barn runs out. It is greater to store up your treasures where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.
How great it is to serve our Creator's purpose, where those who inherit his kingdom will no longer mourn, hunger, thirst. Those who serve man continue to mourn, hunger and thirst.
The time is near. We were given the keys to His house to watch over. The owner is returning soon, He entrusted us with all of his personal belongings, creations, ideals. The owner who returns to find the perversion of all of his ideals will rid those he put in charge to watch over, never to return again.
May all of His glory envelope your being.