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Warren Lavallee is a follower of Yeshua with a passion for seeing the Body of Christ united in Spirit and truth. As the author behind 133.church, Warren writes to call believers into deeper fellowship with God and with one another, inspired by the heartbeat of Psalm 133. His writings are marked by a love for Scripture, a pursuit of holiness, and a longing for revival rooted in prayer and intimacy with the Lord. Warren believes that true unity comes when we seek the face of God together, laying aside every division for the sake of Christ. Through every essay, devotion, and prayer, he invites readers to pursue more of God and to live fully surrendered to His purposes. When Warren is not writing, you’ll find him engaged in prayer gatherings, speaking life into churches, and encouraging believers to walk faithfully with God. His greatest desire is to see the Church become one again — a living testimony of God’s glory in the earth.
The Pursuit

Walk Hand in Hand with God

Beloved, you have set your heart to seek the Face of God, and I tell you now, He sees you. He who is from the beginning, who holds the stars in His hand, bends low to meet the one who longs for Him. The Holy One is not far from you. He is near, nearer than your own breath.

Do not be troubled by the pace of men. Do not measure yourself by the steps of the crowd. For the Lord of Glory calls you to walk with Him, not behind Him, not ahead of Him, but hand in hand, heart to heart.

The frustration you feel is not your failure; it is the stirring of His Spirit within you, pulling you closer to the fullness of life in Him. You are not forsaken. You are not cast off. You are being drawn into the secret place where the Lamb walks with His own.

The world may race ahead to build kingdoms of dust. The churches may lag behind in sluggishness and doubt. But you, beloved, fix your eyes upon His Face. Set your heart to know Him as Moses did, who cried out, “Show me Your glory!” and was hidden in the cleft of the rock. So now you are hidden in Yeshua, sheltered by the blood that speaks a better word than the blood of Abel.

Be still, and do not fear the aching within you. It is a holy yearning. It is the mark of His hand upon your soul.

The God who called you is faithful. He will not leave you longing. He will reveal Himself to the pure in heart.

Therefore, walk hand in hand with God.
When He moves, move with Him.
When He waits, wait with Him.
When He weeps, weep with Him.
When He rejoices, dance before Him.

Do not turn aside to the right or the left. Stay close. Stay low. Stay hungry.

“You will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart” (Jeremiah 29:13, NASB).

This is the promise of the Everlasting God. This is your inheritance.

Let nothing steal it from you.

Walk hand in hand with God, beloved. Walk hand in hand with God.

Prayer

Father,

I long to walk hand in hand with You. Not ahead, not behind — but close, steady, faithful. Teach me to match my steps with Yours. Tune my heart to Your heartbeat. Make me sensitive to Your movements and stillness alike.

When I grow restless, anchor me in Your peace. When I grow weary, lift me with Your strength. When I am tempted to run or lag behind, draw me back by the whisper of Your love.

I seek not the works of Your hand, but the light of Your Face. Let Your nearness be my portion, and Your presence my delight.

Lead me on the ancient path where Your footsteps still echo, and cause me to walk it with joy and trembling.

I am Yours, Lord.

Hand in hand with You, forever.

In the name of Yeshua, Amen.

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Church Repentance

Torn Between Two Thrones

Torn Between Two Thrones—this is the condition of much of the Church in America today. One throne is the seat of comfort, compromise, and cultural applause. The other is the throne of Yeshua, the crucified and risen King. And too many are trying to bow to both. But the Lord is speaking with clarity in this hour: You must choose. You cannot serve two masters. The time is short, and the shaking has begun.

My child, hear Me. I have seen your labor, your worship, your gatherings in My name. I have watched you weep at altars and lift your hands in praise. I know the love you once had for Me, the fire that once burned in your bones.

But I have this against you—you have drifted. You have let the noise of the world drown out My voice. You have allowed compromise to settle where conviction once lived. You have traded intimacy for influence, and truth for comfort.

You cry out for revival, yet you will not let Me revive you. You ask for My Spirit, but you resist when He comes to sanctify, correct, and burn away what does not belong. My eyes are like fire—not to destroy you, but to refine you. Yet many of you turn your faces from the flame.

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You have tolerated what I hate.

You call yourselves free, but many of you are enslaved:

  • to pornography and lust, which rot the soul
  • to greed, which hardens the heart
  • to bitterness, which poisons every relationship
  • to fear of man, which silences the truth
  • to idols of politics and race, which divide what I made one
  • to entertainment and comfort, which lull you to sleep
  • to a gospel of self, which denies the cross

You carry My name but not My nature. You boast in your freedom, but you use it as a covering for sin. You welcome prophets of profit and teachers who tickle ears. You tolerate Jezebel, and you have forgotten how to weep for your sin.

Have I changed? Am I not the same holy God who thundered at Sinai, who struck down Ananias and Sapphira, who walked among the lampstands?

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America, I blessed you, but you turned My gifts into gods.

I gave you liberty, and you used it to justify rebellion. I gave you abundance, and you forgot the Giver. I showed you mercy, and still you murder your unborn and parade your pride. You have exchanged truth for lies and celebrated what I call shame.

You have exalted the creature above the Creator and called it progress. You have cast off restraint and called it freedom. You have mocked My order, My design, My Word—and you think I do not see?

But I tell you the truth: I will not be mocked.

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Yet still I stand at the door and knock.

My mercy has not run out. My hand is not shortened. I have not forgotten the remnant who have not bowed to Baal, who still hunger for righteousness. I have heard the prayers of the intercessors, the groans of My watchmen, the brokenness of the hidden ones who weep between the porch and the altar.

To you who will humble yourselves, return to Me.

Tear down your idols. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded. Stop blending My Word with the world. Return to the ancient paths. Preach the cross again. Love the truth again. Walk in the fear of the Lord.

The time is short. The fields are white. My Spirit is ready to be poured out—but I will not place new wine in old wineskins.

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Church in America, return to Me—before the shaking becomes collapse.

Judgment begins in My house, but mercy is still flowing from My throne. If you will rend your hearts and not just your garments, I will restore what the locust has eaten. I will raise up sons and daughters to prophesy. I will inhabit your gatherings with My glory again.

I will not share My throne with idols. I am coming for a pure Bride, not a powerful brand.

I am calling you now—before the floodwaters rise.

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To you who hear, respond:

Fall on your knees. Confess your sins. Forgive your enemies. Love the unlovable. Preach My Gospel—not a cultural gospel, not a political gospel—but the Gospel of the crucified and risen King.

I AM the Lord. There is no other. My Word will not return void. I have spoken—and I will do it.

Let the Church arise. Let the Bride prepare. Let the fear of the Lord return. Let the fire on the altar never go out.

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Come back to Me. I am waiting.

—Yeshua, King of Glory, Lord of Hosts

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Unity

Cuando la Iglesia Vuelva a Ser Una

Amado, escucha ahora lo que el Espíritu dice a la Iglesia.

Ves las fracturas. Sientes la tensión. Mil tradiciones. Mil púlpitos. Mil verdades que reclaman Su Nombre —pero ¿dónde está Su presencia? ¿Dónde está el temblor? ¿Dónde está el temor del Señor?

La Iglesia no está completa. Está dispersa. Está golpeada y abultada de opiniones. Pero Dios no ha abandonado a Su Esposa. No—Él la está preparando.

“Si se humilla Mi pueblo sobre el cual es invocado Mi Nombre, y oran, y buscan Mi rostro, y se convierten de sus malos caminos, entonces Yo oiré desde los cielos, perdonaré su pecado y sanaré su tierra.”

—2 Crónicas 7:14 (NBLA)

Todo comienza con la oración.

No con campañas publicitarias. No con comités de reconciliación. No con acuerdos teológicos. Oración. Oración santa, desesperada, que empapa el altar. Dios espera—no por sermones más pulidos—sino por intercesores quebrantados que se postren entre el pórtico y el altar, clamando por misericordia.

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1. Dios No Unirá Lo Que No Ha Santificado Primero

El Señor no se interesa en unificar las estructuras del hombre. No ungirá la mezcla. No bendecirá lo que lleva Su Nombre pero no Su fuego. Antes de que la Iglesia pueda ser restaurada, debe ser purificada.

Los ídolos deben caer—ya sean tallados en piedra o forjados en teología. Los títulos deben ser rendidos. El prestigio debe ser quebrantado. El temor del Señor debe volver a Su casa.

“Porque es tiempo de que el juicio comience por la casa de Dios.”

—1 Pedro 4:17 (NBLA)

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2. La Oración Dará a Luz el Último Mover

La última gran manifestación no comenzará con un micrófono, sino con un susurro. Nacerá en reuniones de oración a medianoche, salas impregnadas de lágrimas, y gemidos ocultos de santos sin nombre. Dios no compartirá Su gloria con hombres ingeniosos.

Cuando la Iglesia vuelva a sus rodillas, Él volverá con poder.

“Antes que estuviera de parto, dio a luz; antes que le vinieran dolores, dio a luz un niño.”

—Isaías 66:7 (NBLA)

Tú preguntas, “Señor, ¿cómo puede la Iglesia volver a ser una?”

Él responde, “Cuando Mi pueblo ora.”

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3. El Espíritu Quemará las Líneas de División

No creas que Él reparará denominaciones. No, Él las consumirá. Lo que se edificó en orgullo será humillado. Lo que se edificó en temor será sacudido. Lo que permanezca será santo.

En ese día, la verdadera Iglesia no preguntará de dónde vienes—sólo: “¿Llevas el fuego?” El remanente no se reunirá por afiliación, sino por unción.

No debatirán sobre la comunión—partirán el pan y llorarán en Su presencia.

No discutirán sobre las lenguas—orarán hasta que el lugar tiemble.

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4. La Gloria Volverá a una Esposa Unida

Cuando el fuego caiga otra vez, no caerá sobre católicos ni protestantes. Caerá sobre los que esperaron. Los que se arrepintieron. Los que se quedaron en el aposento alto mientras otros volvían a la rutina.

“Cuando llegó el día de Pentecostés, estaban todos juntos en un mismo lugar.”

—Hechos 2:1 (NBLA)

Así es como la Iglesia vuelve a ser una—no por acuerdos ecuménicos, sino por alineamiento espiritual. No alrededor de doctrinas, sino alrededor del trono.

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5. El Clamor de la Esposa Está Surgiendo

El clamor no es, “Haznos exitosos,” sino “Haznos listos.”

No es, “Danos influencia,” sino “Danos aceite.”

No es, “Haz crecer nuestra iglesia,” sino “Ven, Señor Jesús.”

Así es como la Iglesia vuelve a estar completa: regresando al Único que es completo.

No arreglándonos a nosotros mismos, sino cayendo a Sus pies.

No ajustando nuestra teología, sino rasgando nuestro corazón.

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Estrofa del Salmo:

Solo Tu fuego puede sanar,
Tu voz la herida ha de mostrar.
Únenos no en credo o trono—
Haznos Tuyos, y Tuyos solo.

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Exhortación Final:

Lector, cae de rodillas. Deja que las tradiciones ardan. Que el orgullo sea quebrado. Que venga el Espíritu.

La unidad de la Iglesia vendrá sólo cuando el pueblo de Dios ore como si nada más importara, se arrepienta como si el juicio ya hubiera comenzado, y adore como si el Esposo ya estuviera a la puerta.

El llamado no es a edificar—

Es a postrarse.

See Also

Return to Biblical Christianity, Seek the Lord

Return to the Lord: A Blood-Soaked Prayer

The Lord is here now. He calls us to return in brokenness.

But will we truly come to Him? Not with hollow prayers. Not with rehearsed religion. But with hearts torn, spirits humbled, souls undone? Will we come not only for what He can do, but for who He is—holy, righteous, beautiful beyond compare?

Oh, Church, it is time.

Break you jar before the Lord
Before the healing comes, the jar must break. This is where revival begins—on our faces, with nothing held back.

Break your heart before Him. Tear it like the veil was torn—wide open, exposed to His light. We don’t need better words—we need real repentance. We need holy desperation. We need blood-soaked prayer—not because we bleed, but because He did.

Our hearts groan with conviction.

We have sinned.

We have tolerated what He hates.

We have made peace with the chains He died to break.

We have been too full of ourselves to be filled with Him.

A heart laid bare before the Lord—brokenness that becomes the doorway to healing, freedom, and revival.

But now—we return.

We yearn for more of Him. Less of us.

We cry like David: “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” (Psalm 51:10, NASB)

We cry like Moses: “If Your presence does not go with us, do not lead us up from here.”(Exodus 33:15, NASB)

We cry like the psalmist: “My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when shall I come and appear before God?” (Psalm 42:2, NASB)

She broke her jar before the Lord—her tears, her pride, her past spilled out in surrender. This is where healing begins: at the feet of Yeshua, with nothing held back.

Let us return not just in words, but in weeping. Let us fall at the feet of Yeshua and cry, “Worthy!” with tears streaming down our cheeks—not because we want something from His hand, but because we cannot live without His face.

Ask Him now:

Lord, I repent.

Lord, I need You.

Lord, I’m not okay with sin anymore.

Lord, I want You more than comfort, more than control, more than myself.

Let the Spirit groan within you. Even when you don’t know how to pray, He knows the cry of the heart. And with just a word—He can change everything.

He has the power to heal.

He has the power to deliver.

He has the power to break every chain.

He has the power to purify your heart.

He has the power to make you new.

But He is not just power.

He is your portion. He is your reward. He is your God.

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Prayer

Lord God, I come not to be comforted but to be changed. My heart is broken over my sin. I don’t want to be the same. I want You. I want Your holiness to burn in me. I want Your presence to wreck me and remake me. Tear down everything false, everything proud, everything impure. I surrender again. I repent again. I lay myself down—not to gain a blessing, but to give You the worship You deserve. You are everything, and I want only You. In the name of Yeshua, the Lamb who was slain, Amen.

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Joy

Return to the Joy of the Lord

O beloved, why do you walk with downcast eyes? Why do you carry the weight of sorrow as if joy has abandoned the earth? Look again—look higher. For joy has not fled. Joy has a name. Joy has a face. Joy is seated upon the throne. His name is Yeshua. Experience the joy of the Lord in its fullness.

You have seen the Man of Sorrows, and rightly so. He was pierced for our transgressions. He was acquainted with grief. But do not stop there. He is not on the cross now—He is not in the grave. He is risen, radiant, reigning—and He is filled with joy! For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross (Hebrews 12:2, NASB). And you, child of God, were that joy.

Do you not know? He looks forward to every moment you turn your heart toward Him. He waits for you—not with frustration or judgment, but with glad anticipation. The Lord your God is in your midst, a victorious warrior. He will rejoice over you with joy… He will rejoice over you with shouts of joy (Zephaniah 3:17, NASB).

He sees you even now, reading these words, and He is calling— Do you hear Him? Do you answer? Reflect on the joy of the Lord as He calls you closer.

“Come away, My beloved,” He whispers. “Let Me fill you again. Let Me clothe you in joy. Let Me wash your soul in gladness.” Experience the joy of the Lord as He invites you.

Too long have you labored beneath the gray skies of this world. Too long have you believed that holiness is always heavy. But listen: the fruit of the Spirit is joy (Galatians 5:22). In His presence is fullness of joy (Psalm 16:11). Joy is not an accessory of the Christian life—it is the atmosphere of Heaven, the evidence that we are walking with the King. The joy of the Lord changes everything.

Jesus is not grim. He is not anxious. He is not defeated. He is the Joyful King. The eternal Son smiles upon you. He delights in you. He sings over you. His arms are open, and His heart is light, because He has already conquered the darkness. He sees the end from the beginning, and He knows the victory is sure.

When you worship, He rejoices with you. When you pray, He leans in to listen. When you sit silently in His presence, He rests with you in peace. He is not far off. He is near—and His joy is here.

Let this truth awaken your spirit: the joy of the Lord is your strength (Nehemiah 8:10, NASB). Not your joy. His joy. The eternal joy of the living God now dwells in you. And it is stronger than sorrow, louder than fear, deeper than any darkness that dares to come against you.

So come back. Return to the well of joy that never runs dry. Stop trying to earn what He freely gives. He is glad to be with you. He anticipates you. He welcomes you. He delights in you.

Lift your head, beloved. The King is smiling. The throne is surrounded by praise. And your place is secure in the presence of the One who is forever glad. Feel the joy of the Lord as you rest secure in His love.

He is the Joyful King. And His joy is for you.

The Joy of Heaven
Jesus rests with friends in Bethany, finding peace and fellowship before the cross, while Mary and Martha quietly serve in love.

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You smile, and the heavens awaken;
Your laughter breaks the chains of night.
Joy flows from Your throne like a river,
And I am caught in its light.
O King of gladness, reign in me—
Let sorrow flee at Your delight.

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Prayer

Father, we return to You. Restore to us the joy of our salvation. Let the oil of gladness break the heaviness from our hearts. Teach us to delight in Your presence like children with their Father. May we laugh again, sing again, rejoice again—not because life is easy, but because You are always good. Fill us with the joy of Yeshua, and let His joy be our strength. We ask this in His name—Amen.

See Also

Apostolic Prophetic, Unity

When the Church becomes One again

Beloved,

Hear the cry of the Spirit to the Church. The Lord is near. The hour is late. And still, we remain divided—voices without harmony, bodies without breath, altars without fire. We debate. We defend. But where is the fear of the Lord? Where is the awe that bends knees and breaks jars?

We are not whole. The Church limps between movements and moments, calling unity what God has not sanctified. But El Shaddai has not abandoned His Bride. He calls her. He cleanses her. He prepares her.

“If My people who are called by My Name humble themselves and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.” — 2 Chronicles 7:14 (NASB)

Everything begins with prayer.

1. God Will Not Unite What He Has Not Purified

The Lord does not bless confusion. He will not anoint flesh. He does not unite denominations; He gathers disciples. Judgment begins in the house of God—not in anger, but in holy love.

Before unity, there must be fire. Before reconciliation, repentance. We cry out for healing, but the jar must break. Our titles, our platforms, our pride—they must fall before the presence returns.

“For it is time for judgment to begin with the household of God.” — 1 Peter 4:17 (NASB)

Unity through prayer begins with surrender.

Love is breaking through when the Father's in the room
Believers gathered in deep intercessory prayer, lifting silent groanings before God, surrounded by symbols of His covenant promises.

2. The Final Move Will Be Birthed in Intercession

The final revival will not start with lights and stages. It will begin in hidden rooms where nameless saints cry, “Come, Lord Jesus.” No man will own it. No system will control it. The oil will be found with those who waited in the secret place.

We have tried strategy. Now we must try surrender. We have planned. Now we must pray.

“Before she was in labor, she gave birth; before her pain came, she delivered a male child.” — Isaiah 66:7 (NASB)

Unity through prayer is not organizational—it is spiritual.

Break you jar before the Lord
Before the healing comes, the jar must break. This is where revival begins—on our faces, with nothing held back.

3. The Spirit Will Burn Away the Lines of Division

He will not repair man’s scaffolding. He will consume it. The Church that remains will not be Baptist, Catholic, or Pentecostal—it will be holy. It will carry fire. It will tremble at His Word.

Do not ask, “What church are you from?” Ask, “Do you carry His presence?” The true Bride will not compare sermons. She will weep at His feet. She will not argue over gifts. She will pray until heaven opens.

Unity through prayer ends all boasting.

A community gathered in Spirit-led worship, encircling the fire—symbol of God’s presence—each heart lifted in surrender and awe before the Lord.

4. The Fire Will Fall on a United Bride

Not a blended theology. Not an ecumenical table. A people in one place, with one cry. A remnant who stayed behind when the crowds went home. They wait not for consensus—but for power from on high.

“And when the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place.” — Acts 2:1 (NASB)

When the altar is rebuilt and the hearts are torn, the fire will come. Not to endorse a doctrine—but to mark a people.

Unity through prayer creates the altar where fire falls.

Call to Holiness and Purity
The Bridegroom and the Bride—Yeshua gazes upon His Church with holy longing, and she returns His love with purity and devotion, set apart for Him alone.

5. The Cry of the Bride is Rising

She does not say, “Make us famous.” She whispers, “Make us ready.” Her voice shakes the heavens—not with eloquence but with urgency. She does not seek platforms. She seeks oil.

The world will not believe until the Church bleeds again—on her knees, at the altar, in love. Not unity by human agreement, but by divine alignment.

This is how the Church becomes one again: by prayer. By purity. By presence.

Unity through prayer is the way back to the Bridegroom.

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Your fire alone can cleanse and heal,
Your voice the wound and balm reveal.
Unite us not by creed or throne—
But make us Yours, and Yours alone.

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Final Exhortation

Beloved, the time is now. Let the traditions fall. Let the opinions fade. Let the fire of the Spirit come.

Do not build. Kneel.

The unity we need will not be signed—it must be sown in tears.

The Bride will be made one again when the altar is rebuilt and the prayers ascend like incense. He is coming for a pure Bride, not a polished one. Let every heart return.

The Lord, He is God. The Lord, He is God.

See Also

Sufficiency of the Word

The Traditions of Men

A Call to Return to the Truth

Brethren, I do not write to flatter, but to urge. I plead with you as one who has been shown mercy, who once trusted in the law and the ordinances of men, but was apprehended by the grace of God. I now write with boldness: beware the traditions of men.

For many walk no longer according to the Spirit, but according to patterns handed down without power. They uphold forms without fire. Statues without life. Commands without the Cross. They say, “This is how it has always been,” but they do not ask, “Is this of the Lord?”

1. The Word of God Is Sufficient

    Let every man be found a liar if he speaks contrary to the written Word of God. For Scripture was not given to be supplemented by inventions of the flesh, nor twisted by the wisdom of this age. The Holy Spirit bears witness to the truth. Paul wrote:

    “All Scripture is inspired by God and beneficial for teaching, for rebuke, for correction, for training in righteousness; so that the man or woman of God may be fully capable, equipped for every good work.”

    —2 Timothy 3:16–17 (NASB)

    If the Scriptures make a man fully capable, why do we reach for substitutes? Why do some add practices, rituals, or mediators that neither Jesus taught nor the apostles endorsed?

    2. When Tradition Becomes a Snare

      Traditions are not evil in themselves. I, too, upheld customs, celebrated feasts, and walked with zeal. But when tradition becomes a stumbling block to the gospel—when it burdens consciences, exalts men, or draws attention away from the finished work of Yeshua—it must be cast down.

      “See to it that no one takes you captive through philosophy and empty deception, according to the tradition of men, according to the elementary principles of the world, rather than according to Christ.”

      —Colossians 2:8 (NASB)

      Do not be taken captive! What is handed down by men cannot save. What is proclaimed from heaven—Christ crucified, risen, and reigning—this is the power of God.

      3. One Mediator, One Lord

      Some have exalted figures, relics, and sacred objects. Others have crafted elaborate systems of prayer and penance. But I testify before God and His elect angels: there is only One who intercedes, only One who atoned for sin.

      “For there is one God, and one Mediator also between God and mankind, the man Christ Jesus, who gave Himself as a ransom for all.”

      —1 Timothy 2:5–6a (NASB)

      Every substitute is a shadow. Every tradition that bypasses the cross is a deception. We must not exchange the glory of the incorruptible God for images or patterns made by human hands.

      4. Test Every Tradition by the Gospel

      Do not be deceived by mere age. A tradition practiced for a thousand years is still false if it does not align with the Gospel. Test everything. Prove it by the Word. We do not preach ourselves, nor our customs—we preach Christ, and Him crucified.

      “But even if we, or an angel from heaven, should preach to you a gospel contrary to what we have preached to you, he is to be accursed!”

      —Galatians 1:8 (NASB)

      Beloved, hear this: you are not saved by tradition, but by grace through faith. You are not sanctified by routines, but by the Spirit. The truth sets you free—not repetition, symbols, or rituals.

      5. A Better Way: Return to the Simplicity of Christ

      As the serpent deceived Eve, I fear some have drifted from the simplicity and purity of devotion to the Messiah. Return to Him. Cast aside every weight, every shadow, every teaching that exalts man or diminishes the sufficiency of the cross.

      Let the fire of the Spirit cleanse your worship, the blood of the Lamb purify your conscience, and the truth of the Gospel restore what tradition has obscured.

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      No idol carved, no crafted rite,
      Shall match the cross or pierce the night.
      Tradition bows, the truth stands tall—
      The Word made flesh is Lord of all.

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      Closing Prayer

      Lord God, we renounce the empty ways passed down without Your Spirit. Expose every tradition that exalts itself above Your Word. Cleanse us from man-made religion and lead us back to the simplicity of Christ. Open our eyes to see, our hearts to repent, and our hands to cling to You alone. Let no ritual replace our reverence, no custom replace our communion, and no tradition replace Your truth. In the name of Yeshua our Messiah, Amen.

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      See Also

      Apostolic Prophetic

      Sound the Shofar

      Beloved, listen.

      This is not just another message—this is a cry from the Spirit of the Living God. Open your heart. Don’t scroll past. Don’t silence the stirring. The time is too late and the hour too urgent. These words are not ink—they are fire. They are bread for the starving soul, water for the parched spirit. Eat. Listen. Engage. Heaven is calling, not with suggestion but with summons. The Lord is seeking those who will not harden their hearts but will tremble at His Word. Beloved, return. Return before the door shuts. Return before the harvest ends. Return while there is still breath in your lungs. This is for you. This is for now.

      Lay it down.

      All of it—the noise, the endless scrolling, the fear-soaked headlines, the idols of comfort and control. Lay down the false peace of passivity. Tear from your hands the chains of distraction. The world is loud, relentless, and poisoned with deception. But the voice of the Lord still thunders above it all. The Shepherd calls. The Spirit groans. And the Father waits.

      Sound the mighty spiritual shofar! Not the trumpets of man, not the hollow horns of politics or media spin—but the true shofar of Heaven, the sound that shakes foundations and splits the sky. And today, let everyone hear the call to sound the shofar. Let it echo across the nations, from mountain to valley, from city to wilderness. Let the angels ready their ranks. Let the demons flee in terror. Let it be declared boldly to every principality in the air:

      This world belongs to the Lord—and your time is short.

      The throne of God is not up for debate. It cannot be silenced or censored. His kingdom does not rise and fall with human empires. The earth is the Lord’s, and all it contains, the world, and those who dwell in it (Psalm 24:1, NASB). And yet, so many have forgotten. We have traded His glory for entertainment. His truth for tolerance. His presence for convenience. The enemy has numbed the Church, lulled her into slumber with comforts, busyness, and fear. But the alarm is sounding—and it’s time to wake up.

      You powers of the air—hear the sound!

      Yeshua reigns. His cross crushed your authority. His resurrection sealed your defeat. And His Spirit now lives in us, the blood-bought, fire-baptized, uncompromising remnant. We are not afraid. We are not backing down. The King is coming, and His Bride is rising.

      Today is the day.

      Not next week. Not when it’s convenient. Not when the calendar clears or the kids are older or the crisis passes. Now. If you hear His voice today, do not harden your heart. You know the tug in your spirit—that’s God. You feel the ache in your chest—that’s your soul remembering its true home. You feel the heat in your bones—that’s the fire He wants to fan into flame.

      The world is choosing. You must choose.

      Will you serve the gods of the age—convenience, self, popularity—or will you stand in the fire and declare, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord” (Joshua 24:15, NASB)? The days of playing Church are over. We need consecrated hearts, holy lips, and knees that bend only to the King of Kings. We need altars, not stages. Repentance, not performance. Fire, not fog machines. Sound the shofar today to declare this transformation.

      The spiritual shofar is not just a call to arms—it’s a call to surrender. To throw down your idols and come trembling to the mercy seat. To rend your heart and cry, “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me” (Psalm 51:10, NASB). You were not made for survival—you were made for glory. You were not saved to be silent—you were redeemed to roar.

      So rise up, Church. Sound the shofar. Fall on your face. Cry out for mercy. Let the tears fall. Let the fire come.

      Let your worship shake the heavens. Let your life echo with eternity.

      Yeshua reigns. The King is coming. And we belong to Him.

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      Prayer

      El Shaddai, sound the shofar of Heaven over our lives today. Tear through every layer of apathy and burn away what doesn’t belong. We lay down every idol, every distraction, every allegiance that isn’t to You. Let the kingdoms of this world tremble and the powers of darkness flee. Awaken Your Bride. Awaken me. Clothe us in righteousness, anoint us with boldness, and mark us with Your fire. We declare today: You reign, Yeshua. You alone.This is Your world. We are Your people. And this is the hour of Your glory.

      In Your holy, powerful name—Amen.

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      Our Response

      We respond by seeking…

      • Holiness instead of compromise
      • Truth instead of convenience
      • Prayer instead of performance
      • Repentance instead of reputation
      • Worship instead of worry
      • Consecration instead of comfort
      • Obedience instead of opinion
      • Scripture instead of screens
      • Revival instead of routine
      • The fear of the Lord instead of the approval of man
      • More of God instead of more of the world

      Let this be the cry of our hearts: “Lord, we seek You first.”

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      See Also

      Faith, Spiritual

      Through Heaven’s Eyes

      The New Testament Unveiled​​​

      The Word that spoke galaxies into being conceals His infinite splendor in Mary’s womb. Time itself trembles as the Ancient of Days enters its stream. Angels lean over heaven’s ramparts to witness the unimaginable: the Creator becoming creation, the Author entering His own story.

      Watch as Jesus walks Galilee’s shores not merely as carpenter-prophet, but as the axis upon which all reality turns. When He speaks, creation’s original music echoes. When He touches lepers, Eden’s perfection flashes through corrupted flesh. Each miracle isn’t just compassion—it’s reality remembering what it was meant to be. This is all part of the New Testament unveiled through His life.

      The disciples follow Him unknowingly treading holy ground. Peter’s feet walk on water because he glimpses what we now see clearly: all creation submits to its true King. When Jesus rebukes wind and waves, He’s not displaying power—He’s revealing identity.

      At the cross, the cosmos holds its breath. This isn’t defeat but victory’s strange shape. The darkness at noon isn’t mere solar phenomenon—it’s creation mourning as the Light of the World dims. The torn veil isn’t just fabric ripping—it’s the barrier between heaven and earth dissolving forever. This moment is key in the story of the New Testament being unveiled to humanity.

      The resurrection explodes beyond empty tomb. It’s creation’s second birth, the new Adam breathing new life into fallen humanity. When Jesus appears to Mary, then to disciples, then to five hundred—He’s not proving He lives. He’s revealing what true humanity looks like.

      Pentecost: not just wind and fire, but heaven’s own life flooding human vessels. The Spirit doesn’t merely empower—He indwells, making mortal flesh a living temple. Every convert isn’t just choosing belief—they’re being grafted into divine life itself.

      Paul’s conversion on Damascus Road: scales fall from more than eyes. He sees what we see—that in Christ, all things hold together. His letters aren’t theology but love songs to unveiled truth.

      John’s Revelation: not future prediction but eternal reality breaking through. The Lamb upon the throne isn’t waiting to reign—He already reigns over all creation’s story. What appears as prophecy to human eyes is simply describing what always was and always will be.

      The New Jerusalem doesn’t descend someday—it exists eternally, and we’re called to live even now as its citizens. Every tear wiped away, every sorrow ended, every joy fulfilled—not future promise but present reality to those whose eyes have been opened. Truly, this is all revealed when the New Testament is unveiled.

      “Behold, I am making all things new”—not someday, but now, for those with eyes to see.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

      See Also

      Jesus

      He Came Back for Me

      A First-Hand Story of Easter Morning

      (Inspired by Luke 24, and John 20–21)

      I couldn’t sleep—not really. I tried. The rooster’s cry still echoed in my soul. I sat alone in that upper room, heart heavy with shame, ears ringing with the sound of my own denial. I had sworn I would die with Him. Instead, I denied I even knew His name… three times.

      It was still dark when Mary burst through the door, breathless, eyes wide. “The tomb,” she gasped, “it’s… it’s empty!”

      We didn’t wait. John and I tore through the streets, sandals pounding the stone, the air cold and stinging against my face. My chest burned, but I kept running. I had to see for myself.

      He got there first. Of course, he did—he’s younger. But he stopped at the entrance. I couldn’t. I shoved past him, stumbled inside. The smell of burial spices still hung in the air. The linen wrappings lay there, folded. No body. No blood. Just silence and stone.

      Confusion gripped us. Wonder. Fear. Hope? I didn’t know what to believe. We went back… but Mary stayed.

      Later that day, two brothers told us they’d seen Him—alive—on the road to Emmaus. My heart leapt. Could it be? Could the nightmare really be over? Could grace reach even me?

      And then He came back for me.

      We were locked in, hiding, trembling… when suddenly, He stood there among us. No sound. No door. Just Jesus.

      He looked at me. Not past me. Not through me. At me. His eyes didn’t burn with anger—they burned with love.

      “Peace be to you,” He said. The same voice that calmed storms now calmed my soul. He showed us His hands, His side. We touched Him. We wept. We laughed. We fell to our knees.

      He was alive.

      And He came back for me.

      Days later, He met me on the shore. I’d gone fishing—I didn’t know what else to do. We caught nothing, like before. Then a voice called from the shore, “Cast your net on the right side.”

      It was Him.

      He already had breakfast cooking on the fire. The scent of grilled fish and warm bread filled the air, mingled with the sea breeze and my tears. We ate in silence.

      Then He asked me, “Simon, do you love Me?”

      Three times. One for every denial.

      I said yes.

      And each time, He answered, “Feed My sheep.”

      I thought it was over. I thought I was disqualified.

      But He called me still. He came back for me and asked for my love.

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      He’s alive, and I’m forgiven. Heaven’s gates are open wide.

      And now, every breath I take is for Him. Every word I speak bears His name. I was dead in my shame… but I’ve seen the Lord.

      He’s alive.

      And He came back for me.

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