Burden of a Watchman (Vol. 3)

TAKE AWAY THE VEIL LORD!

Heed the groaning of my heart Jesus, for your truth is ignited in me, my sleep is broken and somewhere in the middle of my night I think upon you; my soon coming King. Take away the veil from our hearts, that we may see how far we've gone away from you my Lord! The generation of men have poured out their souls into a structure built on lies and vanity, they believed in self, they promote self as against the nature of Christ, they embraces all that the world presents to them; fed with bulks of philosophical junks and toxic doctrines, forsaking the fountain of Truth that flows from you the Rock of salvation. I recall the crafty inventory that I saw upon my watchtower that defied the vigilance and the narrative of the wise, a trend that has become a part of our living self, traveling from a generation to another, that woeful vessel of the Antichrist that emerge to the shore of the year out of the sea to invade our land with a movement against Christ, it rested against the souls of men.
Lord! Time speaks a language none of us understands, the world of the mortals is chained to a system that is crafted by our arch enemy. It dawn on me that we've forgotten the most vital part of our calling, dressing up the degradation of Zion and making up our failures.
Where are the gospelers on our streets? Have they not retreat to accept the what the world deemed obtainable? Where are the courageous crusaders who once stage open air crusades declaring and proclaiming the gospel without fear? Where are the comrades of the Cross who once strengthens the faith of the brethren, who were never complacent with the church on administrative wheels but pushed for a living church where the Ark of your power did find expressions. Where are the testament that brought godly repentance with tears on our faces? Where are your fearless ones who were never intimidated by the advances of the world?
Except this veil is taken away, scarcely will anyone understand my plight, except the scales fall off their eyes Lord. I'm young, but I witnessed the shadow of a dying revival, and yes I read and heard the testimonies written and spoken by the fathers of faith. What we have today is nothing compared to it. The spiritual texture was simple and real, the gospel was pure and authentic, miracles were genuine and holiness reigned. But Lord except the veil is taken away, who will believe our reports? With us are strange children, swift and full of wit. They came with social pressure and overwhelmed our values; sons of perditions full of influence and charisma, they dominate trends and times. They changed values and subtly indoctrinate the ideals of men. Strange teachers are risen Lord, they teach your precept without understanding. They came with the wisdom of the Greeks to make mockery of the simplicity of the gospel, they have seemingly become authorities that interpret the Bible to soothe the lust of men and appeal the fallen nature. They bear the form of godliness, but they denied the power thereof. They preached everything with poise and intelligence but ignored holiness and purity.
Father! Sinners are comfortable in your sanctuary, the power of sin have found refuge under strange ministration. “come as you are they say” ignoring the transiting power of the saving cross and neglecting the identity of the Saints, prying deeper into the mire of worldliness. Except the veil is taken away Father of light, none would retreat from this blind civilization journey. Our assumptions are costly, they are nothing but the comfort of the blind, nothing but the seeming safety of the deaf. But there's an unrest, a fierce battle currently going on for the souls of men. You who thinks you are standing in faith would you understand that you are not far from damnation?
But for this veil I pray Lord! Let's see how close we are to the cliff, ready to drop off from the rock of grace we have abused.
Bring us back to the ancient Landmark, to the old time faith where the foot prints of our fathers yet glows. Bring us back Lord! For hell has enlarge its assaults against your church, it's fury is hot against your people, your anointed ones are polluted, they have prostitute themselves with Babylon, they desecrate your holy temple feasting with dogs on your tables. Liberate us Lord from the weighty influence of the world, make us remember how fleeting the world is, and to give thoughts of our end, that we may die the death of the righteous and our end like his. Father of my Lord Jesus, that this veils be taken away I pray, preserve your remnants according to your word, yes! according to the election of Grace.

Omotayo Oni