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I can relate to the Prophet Jeremiah!
The prophet Jeremiah was not popular; he was not celebrated, nor was he invited into royal circles for encouragement. He was mocked, beaten, thrown into a pit, called dramatic, negative, and extreme. But he saw what others refused to see; he heard the rumble of judgment while the city was still laughing, and felt the tremble of God's heart while the people were still feasting, and he wept.
Jeremiah 9:1 says, 'Oh, that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night.'
He was a watchman; a watchman does not cry out because he enjoys sounding alarms, but because he sees the sword coming.
Ezekiel 33:8 says, 'If thou dost not speak to warn the wicked, his blood I will require at thine hand.'
Today, there are watchmen again, crying out in the wilderness of social media, in pulpits that feel empty, speaking in homes where compromise has become normal. They are not crying because they hate the world; they are crying because they love it. There is a dangerous spirit of lukewarmness spreading across the land, a comfortable Christianity that wants blessing without repentance, fire without sacrifice, and crown without the cross.
Revelation 3:16 says, 'Because you are lukewarm, I will spit you out of my mouth.'
Compromise whispers, 'It's not that serious.' Complacency says, 'There's still time.' But the watchman sees the siege forming in the distance. Jeremiah warned of Babylon long before the gates were breached. Today, on a world stage, we see shaking nations, decaying morality, collapsing truth, distorted truth, and multiplying lies. These are not random winds; they are warning winds. This life is short, and eternity is long. The siege always looks far away until it's at the gate. But hear this clearly: the cry of the watchman is not doom; it is mercy. God always sends warnings before judgment; He always calls out before He allows collapse.
Jeremiah 3:22 says, 'Return, ye backsliding children, and I will heal your backslidings.' The Lord is not looking for perfection; He is looking for repentance, for hearts that tremble at His word.
Again, this is not the hour to play church, or the hour to blend in or sleep spiritually. It is the hour to trim the lamps, to cleanse the altar, to fall on our faces and return fully. To every watchman who feels weary, to every voice that feels ignored, to every heart that weeps and mourns in secret over what others mock, you are not crazy or extreme; you are standing where Jeremiah stood. Keep crying out, because sometimes the only thing standing between a city and its destruction is a weeping prophet on the wall. Mercy is still calling.
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