The watchman has sounded the alarm

Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.”
GK Chesterton

“Lord, I am willing to break MY heart that I might satisfy THY heart.”
Watchman Nee

Look among the nations, and see; wonder and be astounded. For I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if told.
Habakkuk 1:5

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(a single spiraling stair leads downward at Bunratty Castle / County Clare, Ireland / Julie Cook / 2015)

We are surrounded by an advancing diminishing light as shadows lengthen, growing heavy this very late hour.
The watchman perched high in his tower-stand has seen the ominous signs as the impending maelstrom now fast approaches…
Sounding his alarm, the warning falls flat on deaf ears.

The anxious watchman abandons his tower watch, racing downward from his helpless position. He races to alert the slumbering forces and bar the massive castle gate. Time is of the essence.
Slipping, almost falling down the damp cold worn steps, the watchman descends into the
encroaching vastitude of eternity.
Time no longer is gracious or kind.

Confusion reigns down havoc and chaos on the unsuspecting who now hurry about searching for protection.
“We thought it was all ok…
Everyone was happy…
Wasn’t that the point?”
Tolerance of everything, right?
No wrongs…everything being right…everyone was happy, there were no distinctions.
Everyone had things the way they wanted, what was so wrong with that?

The masses agonizingly lament as the sickening reality of appeasement and indifference comes painfully into focus.

Wailing and anguish join as one.
Yet the watchman alone knows the truth.
Hard choices of both right and wrong have crossed the invisible lines of distinction,
melding as one.
Just as young babies are first taught right from wrong…as the meaning of no, don’t and danger are drilled into their tiny heads, their adult defenders find themselves having forgotten those very meanings…

Somewhere along the way, wrong became ok.
The word sin was wiped from the books.
There was no longer regret as there was no longer a need of a conscious.

The ancient manuscripts, now dusty with disuse, were plain in their position and mandates.
The Word was spoken and the Law of the Creator stood firm.
Yet man became his own god and now the hour is late and shadows have fallen…

Dear children, this is the last hour; and as you have heard that the antichrist is coming, even now many antichrists have come. This is how we know it is the last hour. They went out from us, but they did not really belong to us. For if they had belonged to us, they would have remained with us; but their going showed that none of them belonged to us.

But you have an anointing from the Holy One, and all of you know the truth. I do not write to you because you do not know the truth, but because you do know it and because no lie comes from the truth. Who is the liar? It is whoever denies that Jesus is the Christ. Such a person is the antichrist—denying the Father and the Son. No one who denies the Son has the Father; whoever acknowledges the Son has the Father also.

As for you, see that what you have heard from the beginning remains in you. If it does, you also will remain in the Son and in the Father. And this is what he promised us—eternal life.

I am writing these things to you about those who are trying to lead you astray. 27 As for you, the anointing you received from him remains in you, and you do not need anyone to teach you. But as his anointing teaches you about all things and as that anointing is real, not counterfeit—just as it has taught you, remain in him.
1 John 18-27

12 comments on “The watchman has sounded the alarm

  1. Wow! I’m speechless again. You must have had some kind of epiphany while you were gone, my friend. Very profound and prophetic! Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤

    • ya know, when I left for the trip, I was pretty spent. I was tired, wary of leaving, topped off with the regular hassles during a trip of such time and magnitude—I was feeling tired and empty. I unplugged for the 17 days and really enjoyed not feeling I “had” to be busy telling a story of such.
      I had pretty much decided I’d quit the blog once I got home as I felt it had run its course and my creativity was waning—so much time and effort going into something so insignificant seemed almost silly and wasteful—
      but I heard God whispering as well as shouting.
      There is a shift taking place in our very planet. Time is of the essence—and nobody is getting it.
      So now, much to my husband’s chagrin, I’m still typing away–and words are flowing.
      The flow will stop again, I know that.
      Things will happen with Dad and Gloria which will continue throwing in the monkey wrench in life–then the holidays are coming and my time of servitude will be upon me (I’ve got to work Thursday as I’m fill in when anyone has to be away) and life will continue to get in the way—-
      And as it is with any “high” after something life changing, the low is always inevitable. I know that the realness of having “heard” Him will fade and become nothing but a memory—but for the time being, I will relay the Spirit He conveys—and I greatly appreciate all of you support, input and love!!!
      so for now, I continue to rattle on 🙂

      • Of course, He wants you to continue with your blog. Your posts are amazing so much so that mine wane in comparison. Julie, you have an amazing gift and you are so filled with knowledge and love for the Lord. You must NOT quit. There are people who need to and must be reached and time is as you say running out I fear for all of us. This is your calling and your time to make a real difference in and for God’s Kingdom. I know that things are very tough at times in your world but it is all fodder for the amazing things that you write. So you simply CANNOT quit! Read my lips. NO quitting!!!! And if all that weren’t true, which it surely is, then know that you would break my heart, an aging woman’s feeble heart. You fill a hole in my life and we connect on a level that is rare. I faithfully read your blog everyday while most of the time others just get a like and I move on. The Lord knew that you needed to be filled again that’s why He made sure that you went on this sojourn. We all burn out at times and lose our passion to some extent, but He always finds a way to fan the fire and getting us going again. So that’s it and that’s a final it, missy! I simply won’t have any quitting!!!! And you have to listen to me because I am ever so much oldler than you are! Love and hugs, Natalie ❤ ❤ ❤

        PS. Notice that I did not sign off as just N tonight. When I use my whole name, it means business, my lil cookie friend. 🙂

      • and now you’ve got me laughing 🙂
        and I suppose I’d read your lips if I could see your lips–just like you seeing me laughing right now 🙂
        oh to be closer—you fill a big void in my life and heart as well Natalie–and I am grateful—–
        so yes mam….

      • Good, I’m glad I made you laugh. I however had a stern look on my face missy. The very idea of thinking about quitting! Oh I would so love it if we lived closer my friend as I am so grateful for your presence in my life too!
        And yes mam was the exact right response, young lady. I meant it. I’m not having any quitting!!! Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤

      • and another thing–for a nectarine from California turned Texas tumbleweed, the two words feeble and old just don’t ring true in a Texas sidewinder horny toad—so none of that gibberish will work 😉
        You might just have me calling sobbing one day actually —-tomorrow’s post will, I think, be a doozie—but then again, that’s just me 🙂

      • Well, turnabout’s fair play. You made me laugh out loud with this one! Texas tumbleweed???? Actually that’s probably a pretty good moniker for me. Gibberish you say???? Hmmmmph! You may call and sob or scream or laugh or whatever you like anytime you like dear Julie! Love, N 🙂 ❤
        PS. You have redeemed yourself and I can go back to just being N, you'll notice. 🙂

      • ColorStorm says:

        You keep ‘rattlin’ jewels.

        There is tremendous value in scrap metal…………… 😉

  2. Thanks CS—I’ll rattle, just don’t know if it really makes much of a difference however…

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