A divine warning echoing through a distracted world nearing the hour of His return
Five years ago, after a refreshing Sunday service, sleep carried me into a realm where the veil between the physical and the spiritual felt thin. What unfolded before me was more than a dream, Lord it was a message, a revelation, a divine interruption meant for a generation drowning in noise.
I found myself inside a room, peering through a window overlooking a busy street. People rushed in every direction, hurried, stressed, self-absorbed, oblivious to anything beyond their immediate desires. Everyone seemed too preoccupied to notice anyone else, too distracted to sense the spiritual urgency around them. In the midst of the commotion, a man appeared with a town crier’s bell, ringing it loudly. His voice rose above the crowd: “Repent, my brothers and sisters, for the kingdom of God is at hand! Mend your ways! Jesus is coming soon!”
Yet no one stopped. People walked past him as though his message was noise, not a warning. Even I, though moved, found myself doing other things while listening. When he finished speaking, he left unnoticed by the multitudes. Not long after, something strange happened. Across the sky appeared a breathtaking handwriting, bright, beautiful, almost artistic. The colors blended like a radiant signature from heaven. But the message was clear: Repent, for the coming of the Lord is at hand. Jesus will soon come.
Shockingly, no one panicked. Nobody fell on their knees. People glanced and then returned to their distractions. I admired the beauty of the handwriting but didn’t fully grasp the urgency of the message written across the heavens. The sky returned to normal, and life went on.
As I crossed the road pondering all I had seen, I approached an abandoned area scattered with old, forgotten items. There, in a rusted iron cart, I saw what looked like a newborn child, crying loudly, helpless, and ignored. Hundreds passed that same path daily, yet no one cared for the baby. But as I drew closer, something unbelievable happened, the one-day-old child called my name.
“Joy,” the infant cried, “the world has neglected me. I have come in many ways to my people, showing them signs of My coming, but they do not pay attention. Tell them to return to their first love. Tell them to repent and be saved. They have abandoned Me. Tell them that My coming is near.”
The baby opened His tiny right hand, and there it was, clearly written: “JESUS IS COMING SOON.”
I broke down, falling to my knees, weeping for mercy, for myself, for my family, and for the world. He continued speaking, “Go beyond interceding. Go and tell the world My coming is at hand.” I cried and pleaded as I proclaimed the message, and then I woke up, sweating under a high-speed fan, tears still in my eyes, the weight of the dream resting heavily on me.
I carried this revelation quietly for years, but the urgency has returned. A new wave of spiritual heat now burns in my mind and spirit. The message must be delivered. The world is shaking, and the signs are too loud to ignore.
Everywhere we look, the warnings Christ gave in Scripture are unfolding. Nations are rising against nations. Violence spreads like wildfire. Natural disasters increase with frightening speed. Morality decays. Families fracture. Hearts grow cold. People love pleasure more than God, information more than wisdom, and self more than truth. The earth groans under the weight of corruption. The signs Christ described in Matthew 24 blend seamlessly into the current headlines of our global reality.
Jesus said, “As lightning flashes from the east to the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man”, swift, visible, undeniable. He said everything would appear normal until the moment arrives, people eating, drinking, celebrating, planning, just as in the days of Noah. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, the heavens will open.
The Scriptures repeat the same warning with powerful consistency:
“Be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.”
“Stay awake.”
“Watch.”
“Do not let your heart be weighed down by the cares of this life.”
“He is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see Him.”
From the prophets to the apostles, the message is unified: Jesus will return, visibly, powerfully, gloriously. Those who belong to Him will be gathered; those who rejected Him will face judgment. God does not wish for any to perish, but for all to come to repentance. This is why He warns. This is why He sends dreams. This is why He calls across generations.
The child in the abandoned cart was a symbol, Christ Himself, neglected by a world too busy to notice the signs, too distracted to hear His cry, too numb to respond to His love. Yet His message remains one of grace: Return. Repent. Rekindle your first love. I am coming soon.
This article is not written for fear, but for awakening. It is a wake-up call to look beyond the chaos and see the spiritual handwriting across our generation. The world may ignore the warnings, but you, reading this, are encountering this message by divine arrangement. The door of grace is still open. The cry of mercy still echoes. The invitation still stands.
Before it is too late, before the skies split open, before the trumpet sounds, before the Judge appears as King—turn to Him. He loves you deeply, eternally, sacrificially. He is calling you home.
If your heart is stirred, if you sense that pull within you, if you know you have drifted or never truly surrendered, pray this prayer sincerely:
Prayer of Surrender
Lord Jesus, I come to You today with an open heart. I acknowledge that I have sinned and strayed from Your ways. Forgive me. Wash me clean. I believe You died for me and rose again, and I accept You as my Lord and Savior. Write my name in the Book of Life. Help me to live for You, to watch, to be ready, and to walk in Your light until You return. I surrender my life to You today, in Jesus name, Amen.
This is the message I was given. This is the voice in the wind. This is the awakening heaven is sounding to a forgetful generation.
Jesus is coming very soon.
May your heart be ready when He calls.
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