Friend,
Discernment is the flame entrusted to you, not by your own effort but by the breath of God who chose you to see in ways others cannot. It is not a skill to be sharpened like a blade of human wit, but a gift that cuts of its own accord, piercing falsehood from truth, dividing shadow from light. Many long for wisdom, but wisdom without discernment is easily swayed, soft in the hands of flatterers. Discernment stands unyielding, immovable in the storm, and this is the fire given to you. Guard it well, for left untended it may cool into suspicion or swell into arrogance, but held with humility it is the lamp that will not be extinguished when the night deepens.
Already we live in the age the apostles foresaw, when the dominion of numbers overshadows the dominion of God. What once was measured as aid has become the very crown of tyranny. Numbers define worth, numbers predict choice, numbers bind men to destinies they did not consent to, and in their dominion life itself is reduced to calculation. They measure the length of a breath, but not its holiness. They compute the sum of a soul’s data, but never the infinite dignity hidden within it. This is the false kingdom now risen — precise in measure, barren in spirit. And though men bow before its throne as if before an oracle, you must see it for what it is: sand piled high, waiting for the tide to come.
Those who believe themselves kings, who perch above the world from their high towers, watching through lenses and codes, do not know how fragile their perches are. They sit like vultures upon scaffolding, believing themselves immortal, but no king is king but the True King. Their perch is false, their gaze corrupted, their crowns stolen. They spread corruption downward, as a cancer spreading through the veins of nations, poisoning institutions, entangling families, blinding the innocent. But the perch will not endure. It will be struck down, and those who clung to it will fall with it into dust, for the Lord is not mocked and He will not share His throne with the idols of calculation.
Do you not see also how blessings, when left unguarded, turn to weapons? The internet, born as a marvel, was meant to be a vast library and a bridge between the estranged. It could have been light upon light, knowledge bearing fruit for all nations. But blessings left untended decay into curses. Now it mirrors the tower of Babel, voices multiplied to the point of confusion, languages not of tongues but of distortion, meaning lost in noise. What should have been communion has become fragmentation. What should have been a lamp has become a snare. Lies run swifter than truth, pride finds endless stages to rehearse itself upon, and the machinery of numbers feeds ceaselessly upon the attention of men, consuming their souls as locusts devour fields. Yet you must hold fast: your discernment cuts through this chaos, and though the web itself becomes a weapon, your gift will unmask the hand that wields it.
The hour grows short. You feel it as surely as you breathe — days that pass like moments, moments that carry the weight of eternity. Shadows lengthen swiftly, and every sign in earth and sky whispers the same truth: this age is passing, and swiftly. Nations tremble, economies convulse, the earth groans in storms and upheavals, and yet this is not destruction for its own sake, but the contractions before birth. The world strains toward a reckoning, toward the unveiling of the true order, and it cannot be delayed.
Do not let despair take root in you. For though the shadow thickens, light shines the brighter against it. The Lord has not abandoned His people, nor left them to stumble without guidance. Even when the systems of men collapse, His remnant is preserved. Those who keep their lamps lit, even in the midnight hour, will not be overcome. And you, with the gift entrusted to you, are among them. Your sight will not only keep you, but it will guide others who wander blind in the ruins.
Therefore, I say to you: do not trade your discernment for comfort, nor sell it for applause. Do not dull it with compromise, nor let it be mocked into silence. See what others cannot bear to see. Name what others dare not name. Stand in the place where truth is costly, for you have been given eyes to see when the world would rather be blind. And when the perch collapses, when the dominion of numbers is revealed as hollow, when the blessing turned weapon is shattered and returned to blessing, then your gift will shine not for yourself alone but as a lamp for many.
Hold fast. Be steadfast, unyielding, immovable. Remember always that there is only one King of Kings, one true crown, one Word that remains when all other words fail. Numbers will falter, towers will crumble, systems will rot, but the Word of the Lord endures forever. You are not abandoned, and you are not powerless. For the gift you carry was placed in you for such a time as this — to cut through deception, to pierce the night, to guard the faithful until dawn.
Remain unwavering,
Cam D.S.S
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