Prophecy

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God Declares War on Bullies
Prophecies From My Current Project:
Bullying: A Spiritual Battle

I'm Going On the Warpath
Psalms 7:11-13; 72:4

Yea, saith the Lord, I am against communities and nations which look the other way when elderly people are set upon and abused. I hate, I detest, the prideful, arrogant smirk upon the face of the young thug who gangs up on the weak and the helpless. I see violent bullies as the most loathsome of dogs, those hooligans that roam about in packs and fearlessly seek out victims to hurt, rob and destroy them.

A vile and godless nation casts away the precepts of My Word and allows its young to rape, torture, murder and vandalize at will. Sodom now fills the whole expanse of the earth. The cries of its helpless, frightened victims rise daily to My Throne and I will be patient no longer.

I speak no longer peace and reconciliation to hardened sinners, I declare war on them! I am strapping on My Mighty Sword of Judgment. I will recompense blood for blood. I will fill the servants of violence with the vile fruit of their own ways. They have shed tears and blood in the earth, and I will break them to pieces as a shard of glass is smashed to bits on the pavement. I will pity them no more, saith the Lord. Sodom is about to be destroyed once again, and the wine of My wrath is about to be poured out in full fury without mixture of moderation.

Countless parents have made themselves lower than the beasts of the earth, the way they abuse their children by refusing to make them mind when they are young. Even a wild cat will cuff its young to discipline them. Not because the cat hates its offspring, but because it realizes that if the young cub is allowed to do as it pleases it will become prey out in a hostile world. But godless, unprincipled parents value their own work and interests much more than the eternal welfare of their offspring. They worship at the demonic altar of Political Correctness. They give birth but do not nurture. They smile and look the other way when their child breaks the basic laws of human decency.

I can neither bless nor even tolerate societies which allow abuse of the elderly and condone wild behavior in children as normal. I will take parents to task for refusing to raise their children in My fear. Great will be the terror of transgressors who stand at the brink of the Lake of Fire and realize that their descent to that terrible place began in the womb when the parents decided not to raise them to know the Lord and teach them to fear My Holy Name.


I’ve Got Your Number, Punkster!

So you wicked punksters boast that modern technology has given you yet more power over your victims? You have used your cell phones and computers to torment and harass the weak and the innocent at all hours of the day and night so that he or she gets no peace even in their own homes. I am against you, saith the Almighty. I am not impressed by your puny little scientific advances in mischief-making. I’ve got technology up here in heaven you’ve never even dreamed about and your primitive toys are nothing in My sight. I record your every motion, your every evil thought, I know what you’re about to do even before you take the first step toward carrying out your latest plot against your sacrificial victim. My how your daddy satan loves the sacrifices you make to him, in torturing the weak and driving them to desperation and sometimes even suicide. How proud you are of yourselves when you carry out such a “clean” murder as to bully someone into their own grave!

Well, you shall not escape My just wrath. You brag about the crimes you record on your little toys but the day will come when you will watch a multi-dimensional full-color replay of all the rotten things you ever did since you were tiny children old enough to know good from evil. I will requite you in kind for all your wickedness after your private screening of your own sins is finished! This time it will be YOU, the nasty bully, who sweats his guts out in terrible fear too deep for words...not the person you outnumbered and beat up on the sidewalk or the little old lady you mugged outside the bus station for pocket change.

Do not flatter yourself that you’ll be hanging around much longer to create more and more trouble till you’re a gray-haired old man yourself. I’ve got your number, punkster, and when your number’s up, your appointment with your terrible JUDGE will arrive with a vengeance!

God’s Arrows are Aimed at the Heart of the Wicked
Psalms 2:4-5; 7:11-13; 11:5; 16; 37:12-15; 45:3-7; Prov. 1:24-31;
Isaiah 13:6-11; 63:3-6; Zech. 2:8; Romans 2:5-6; 9:22; II Pet. 3:7; Rev. 19:11-16

You who brag about your coolness and your invincibility as you prey on the weak and defenseless, I am about to break you in pieces! Some of those you have harassed and hurt are My children. It matters not in My sight that you are often ignorant of which ones are believers in Christ. When you hurt the least of these My little ones, you touch the apple of My eye and will by no means be held innocent. Your whining pleas of “I didn’t know any better, Lord” will not mitigate My fury when I unleash My firestorm of judgment to fall upon your heads. It will be much less painful for the people of Sodom and Gomorrah on the dread Day of Judgment than it will be for you, who had countless chances to repent of your sins and accept Christ as Savior before My Coming!

Those who love violence and hate righteousness My soul loathes. My arrows are being readied upon the string of My bow to strike you with calamities when you least expect it. As an arrow whizzes through the air and strikes dead the enemies of the King of the Realm, so will you reap the fruit of your own wicked ways, sometimes gradually but at other times with a swift suddenness which will overwhelm you.

When your victims cried for you to leave them alone all you did was mock their pleas for mercy and hurt them some more. You kicked them when they were down. You afflicted an already broken heart, so you yourself will be broken into many pieces. Yea, saith God, I will grind your proud, evil hearts to powder like a miller grinds coarse wheat grains into fine flour. I will trample you in My fierce wrath and fury, just as grapes are trampled to squeeze out the wine. You thought it was funny, seeing the school scapegoat cringing away from the crowd you were so proud to be a part of. And when you graduated to the world of work, you used your cruel tongue as a sharp sword to stab My children in the back.

You are of no use except to be a vessel of wrath fitted to destruction: something for Me to pour out My wrath into. And the awful fierceness of that wrath is going to overwhelm you infinitely more than you overwhelmed your victims with gut-wrenching fears which drove some of them to take their own lives. I will deal much more leniently with your dead victims than I will deal with you murderers who drove them to early graves. You laughed about the cheap entertainment you gained by bullying others, so I will laugh at you when your judgment falls upon your wicked heads! You who trampled so merrily on others and showed no mercy,will be trampled upon like dog dung in My fury. Because you lightly esteemed the blood of your victims your blood shall be upon your own head when I repay you in kind for the misery you sowed in the lives of others.

How horrible it will be for you when angels usher you into My Presence for judgment. Because you have ignored My pleas for repentance toward Me and faith in My Son Jesus, I will shut My ears to your pleas for clemency. I will have the last and loudest laugh of all as you finally roast in hell for all the wickedness you have committed on Planet Earth. I will have you in derision, all you cruel persecutors of weak, defenseless souls, you cowards who beat up elderly pensioners and rob them in their own homes because you do not fear the limp-wristed laws of your land! The smoke of your everlasting burnings shall ascend before My Throne in heaven both day and night. The tragic scent, so pungent with sulfur and so undiminished by the rolling passage of millions of ages, will be sweet to My children because it will remind them forevermore that I loved them enough to perform a sad but necessary task I took no pleasure in_destroying souls whom I created for life and not for death.

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