How Much Longer?

God keeps giving me revelation, and I will share it. I wish I could say it was good news for the world, but it’s not.

It’s hard to relate this stuff in a linear, easily-understood way, so I’ll just write and hope for the best.

I lived in Miami. As I grew closer to God, I grew to hate it. Miami is a city of pigs. People there are shallow, coarse, rude, and selfish. Racism is a big problem there. Cubans hate blacks and look down on all other Hispanics. American blacks hate non-blacks. Haitians can’t get jobs because Cubans won’t hire them. Most of Miami is a ghetto where you have to keep driving if you’re in an accident, because if you don’t, a black mob may beat you to death.

The traffic is terrible. It’s a homosexual haven. The best-known beach has been taken over by topless tramps.

When I moved up north, I found I still hated Miami. In fact, my hatred of Miami life increased every day. It still does. I never think, “It wasn’t so bad; I should go back for a visit.” I never miss anyone from Miami enough to think about visiting. I always want to kiss the ground here. I thank God over and over. I look out the windshield of my car at the trees and farms, and it’s hard for me to believe I’m really here. All this, after nearly 7 years.

God will rapture real Christians away to him during the 7 years of tribulation, and I have been raptured away from Miami for almost 7 years.

My county is a sanctuary. I love it. The people are mostly conservative Christians. Joe Biden couldn’t get a job as a school crossing guard here. People are warm and kind. They’re extremely patient. No one honks. There are interracial families everywhere. When I meet black people here, it’s not like it was in Miami. There is no sensation of uneasy detente.

Still, I hate living in this world. My county is a little oasis. It’s an aberration. The rest of America is a pile of festering excrement full of maggots. Living in my little haven is like huddling in an airlock, waiting for the mothership. My life is easy, but America is not my home. The country that produced me hates me and loves my enemies.

I have realized my feelings about this world are like my feelings about Miami. The closer I get to God, the more I will hate being stuck here. It’s not abnormal. It’s not a problem that needs to be fixed. It’s what happens when your eyes are opened to the goodness of God and the comparative filthiness of humanity and evil spirits.

God isn’t just God. He generates heaven. His presence is heaven. Wherever he goes, heaven goes with him. The more time you spend with him, the more painful it will be every time you have to go back to earthly concerns.

Most human beings bring you closer to hell. They’re full of demons, and Satan is using demons to bring hell to the surface of the earth. Miami is more like hell than most areas of the US.

There is no future for any decent person in this world. If I raise my children here, they will have no idea what a decent life in a decent country is like. They will face temptation my grandparents could never have imagined. They may know kids whose mothers have Onlyfans ads on their car windows. They will know girls who send boys nude pictures. If they go to school they will be taught that anyone who believes abomination is bad is a Nazi.

They will be under attack every day, just as I am, simply because God loves them and their parents are Christians. The government will be on the side of their enemies, and so will most people.

The government may even try to take them from me because I side with the supreme being who loves me.

I had inadequate parents. They didn’t introduce me to God. My dad ridiculed God and Christians. My mother took my sister and me to church about twice a year. She didn’t know the Holy Spirit. She had no revelation.

My parents didn’t teach us much of anything. The other day I realized something: when I needed guidance, I didn’t think to go to my parents, because they never fulfilled their obligation to guide me and help me overcome. Also, while they were smart, they were not wise.

I grew up thinking for myself, with results that should have been predictable. Failure and misery. I was a loser, meaning spirits and people who were against me won, and I lost.

The other day God gave me a revelation about his nature as a father and the attitude I should take to him.

God knows my name. He knows everything about me. He loved me before I was created. I am very important. He wants me to be victorious and happy. He wants me to come to him all through the day with my problems. When I don’t know what to do, I should do what normal kids who have normal parents do.

Now I go to him and call him “dad.” I tell him I’m his son, and I need my father to show me what to do, because I don’t want to try to figure things out on my own. That’s what got me in trouble and wasted decades of my life.

It’s one thing to know God is your father, but when he tells you this by revelation, it becomes part of your heart. It’s not the same.

Yesterday, I read a story about Portland, Maine, handing out kits to people who like shooting drugs up their rear ends. The kits come with syringes and instructions. The instructions don’t just tell them how to get it done. They give suggestions to help people get the fastest, strongest highs.

With the story came revelation. We have given up. God expounded on the revelation today.

America used to be a Christian country. People deny it, citing the Constitution, as though it really controlled us. This was a Christian country. Laws and court decisions reflected this until we turned away from God.

We passed laws about things like sodomy, adultery, and fornication. We banned drugs, gambling, pornography, and prostitution. All those things are practiced freely now, all over the US.

Why did we stop trying to fight sin? We gave up. We decided we knew better than God. We didn’t like being told what to do. We didn’t like shouldering the burden of leadership. We were only rarely able to get God’s supernatural help.

Now we promote sin. We force better countries to let us fly sodomy flags over our embassies, and we tie humanitarian aid to the promotion of abomination. We encourage doctors to make it impossible for confused kids to become real men and women who can reproduce. We encourage them to castrate adults and give them unnecessary mastectomies. Casinos are all over. We are not merely legalizing drugs; we are helping addicts get hooked and stay hooked.

We now treat people who are against sin the way we should treat people who fight it. We call evil good and good evil.

We have given up not just on God, but on each other. We are supposed to help the lost find God. Instead, we help them destroy themselves, because it’s more convenient for us.

I always say the rapture will come when we give up on God and he realizes there is no longer any point in continuing with the present evangelism model. God has shown me there is more to it. He will give up on the world when we give up on each other, and that’s what we’ve done.

Conservatives have deteriorated. Many tell us to be fiscally conservative and socially liberal. Be selfish and try to cut your taxes, but let perverts rule the country. Let them take over our government and even the church.

It’s not going to get better. If you are attached to this place, and you think real Christians who criticize our culture are self-righteous kooks you should fight, you will stay here with the demons when the rapture comes, and there will be no children of God to pray for your protection.

It’s going to keep getting worse. Go ahead and vote for Trump. I know I will. But he’s one little hemostat on a severed leg. He can’t fix things. He’s no messiah, and the real Messiah himself can’t fix things, because he has to have our consent, which he will never get during this age.

Satan always wins the popular vote. My wife said it, and it’s true. Every time humanity gets a break from God, we descend into depravity again. Eden. The Flood. Abraham’s descendants, plunging into centuries of demon worship. The rejection and murder of Yeshua, by a coalition of Romans and Jews who claimed to represent Yahweh. The church’s rejection of the Holy Spirit. We do it every time.

The rapture won’t fix the world, even if God takes us in a spectacular way and everyone else sees it. The facts don’t matter to liars. They would come up with lies to explain it away. God showed up in pillars of fire and cloud, he showered the earth with manna and quail, and most Jews still turned on him. They turned on him again while he stood before them working miracles. As they were arresting him to murder him, he worked miracles, including raising thousands of dead people and knocking the priests and temple guards to the ground with supernatural power. They still murdered him, knowing who and what he was. After the crucifixion, the church experienced many great miracles and signs, and look how it turned out in 2024.

A spectacular rapture will only move people who choose to be moved. You choose what you believe, whether you admit it or not.

Most people would ridicule a spectacular rapture and double down on blasphemy.

So when is God going to come for us? It can’t happen soon enough. I don’t want to raise kids in this world until the ungodly are removed and Yeshua is here on a physical throne. How much worse will things get before that happens? How many martyrs will there be? Is there any kind of humiliation we will be spared?

I always pray for God to help me fear him. He is listening. I fear him now. I can’t stand this place. I don’t want to be left here with people who hate me, separated from God.

Living on Earth in 2024 is like taking care of a retarded person who smears excrement on the walls and furniture and urinates in the refrigerator. It doesn’t matter whether you love that person. It doesn’t matter how fancy the house is or whether you have some clean rooms you can hide in. The situation is unsustainable.

It amazes me to see how blessed my wife and I are. We don’t have to interact much with people. We are physically isolated. We have abundance. We get to have long prayer sessions when other people are working in offices where they can be abused and fired for speaking the truth. Our lives in our little cocoon of cleanliness are great. But we still need to go home.

I really hope I’m not stuck here waiting until I die.