Many believers will not stand up. And that’s not an opinion. It’s not an exaggeration.
This is what the Holy Spirit has shown clearly and painfully. There are people inside the church holding a Bible, singing about heaven, but completely unprepared to meet him.
The rapture is near. The prophetic clock is being reset. But what breaks God’s heart the most today?
It is seeing thousands who call themselves Christians but live as if heaven were automatic and repentance optional.
If you think that being a member of a church or repeating evangelical phrases guarantees you in the kingdom, this video will break you inside.
Because the truth is this, it’s not what you say with your mouth.
It’s what you carry in your heart.
Many will say, “Lord, Lord, that day and here, I never knew you.”
Because because they never died for themselves.
They never revealed everything. They preferred comfort to holiness. They preferred applause to obedience. Heaven is already separating those who live crucified from those who simply wear a cross as decoration.
And the big question is not are you a believer. The real question is are you ready to be taken or will you find out too late that you stayed?
Watch until the end and let the spirit speak to you as perhaps he has never spoken to you before.
You are not here by chance.
It’s a warning. One last appeal. A scream straight from heaven.
If you continue to listen to this with a closed or distracted heart, you may miss what God has in store for you here.
This is not a preaching about blessings or spiritual content to move you. What you will hear has been seen with the eyes of the spirit.
It was felt on the skin and it could very well be the last time God speaks to you so clearly.
Many people still think they have time. Wake up, live automatically, sing on Sunday, and the rest of the week you don’t even remember that there is a cross.
But the sky is not silent. The rapture is not a fairy tale. It’s real.
It’s closer than you think. And God is cleansing the bride now before heaven closes forever.
Maybe you consider yourself a Christian. Maybe you even go to church. But answer me honestly.
Have you already died to yourself? Have you given up your meat? Or do you live to please others and keep up appearances?
Holiness is not an option. She is the criterion. The separation has already begun. God is looking at those who truly live their faith and those who simply memorize verses to feel better.
There are many people who say, “Lord, Lord,” with their lips, but their heart belongs to another God, comfort.
And I’m not here to scare you. I’m here to wake you up because I needed to be woken up, too.
I saw what was about to happen. And what I saw marked me like a scar.
God doesn’t look for regular customers. He is calling crucified. It wasn’t at a service or a revival event.
It was an ordinary night. I just wanted to sleep. I wasn’t looking for a vision, nor pray for revelation.
But suddenly, something ripped me from my body. I was taken in spirit to a place my feet had never trod, nor my mind had ever imagined.
It was as if he had crossed into reality. I was floating over a city.
The sky was clear, but the air was heavy. Then I saw it, a living and immense cloud.
It was the face of a lion. And from him came the glory. It wasn’t a dream.
It was the spirit. He didn’t speak to me right away. He just guided me.
And where he went, I followed until we stopped at a normal ordinary house. Nothing different from any house in your neighborhood.
Inside, a woman held a beer and laughed among friends. But when I looked at it, I didn’t just see the outside.
God made me feel what was inside. She was a Christian. But his heart cried out, “God understands.
It’s okay. I deserve to be happy.” And at that moment, I saw it. This is what was killing millions.
Justifications, gospel without renunciations. It wasn’t about the beer. It was about non-dely. God is not offended by error, but pride makes him sad.
That woman represented many. People who go to worship, sing, raise their hands, but live a life that pleases the flesh.
God showed me with pain in my chest. She will stay. Those words still resonate within me, not as a sentence of hate, but like the voice of a father who has tried everything.
And now it simply becomes clear. Whoever does not deny himself will not be taken.
After that scene, the cloud moved. It was as if God’s own glory had a clear destiny.
And I could only follow it. We float toward a simpler neighborhood. Small houses, low walls, almost no lighting.
In the middle of everything, a simple building with a zinc roof. But what came out of there?
It wasn’t natural light. It was glory. The presence of God hovered over that humble church as if it were heaven itself touching the earth in between.
Invisible but feeling everything. Inside him was something he hadn’t seen in a long time.
Fear. Those people were not there out of habit. They were thirsty. No words were thrown to the wind.
No hand raised was to act. The eyes were closed. Tears flowed. And God let me hear his thoughts.
They were not requests for blessings. They were deliveries. Lord, let your will be done.
Take everything from me except your presence. That destroyed me inside. I saw that there was no stage or any celebrity there.
There was worship and that was the church that he recognized. The cloud entered with more force there.
It was as if God was saying, “I live here.” And I understood it. It’s not the size of the church, not the number of followers, no sound, no light, no technology.
God is where there is brokenness, where there is holiness, where the truth is not negotiated.
And those brothers there, they weren’t there to be comforted. They were there to shape them.
And God told me something that was engraved in my heart. These are the ones I’ll take.
Simple. But he gave up. Suddenly, the door to the church opened. A man entered with a Bible in his hand, well-dressed, religious posture.
But the environment has changed. That sweet presence withdrew, and the members of that church, one by one, began to stand up, not violently, but firmly.
They said, “Levan does not enter here. Heresy does not enter here.” And they closed the door in his face.
I didn’t understand until the Lord spoke to me. He represents error, a distorted gospel full of pride without a cross.
It was the appearance, but without essence. That scene taught me something that many still ignore.
The true church does not tolerate lies. Love the truth even when it hurts. She protects doctrine as she protects life.
They were firm although they were few. They did not negotiate the word. They did not adapt the gospel to the culture.
They lived to please God, not to fill auditoriums. And there in that simplicity, God showed me the face of the bride.
She is not in the spotlight. She is on her knees. She is not famous on earth, but heaven knows your name.
And then God told me, “They’re not perfect, but they’re mine. They stumble, but they repent.
They don’t have applause, but they do have surrender. They do not appear on television programs, but they support the nations with intercession.
And while many seek fame, they seek fire. While many want to be followed, they want to be found by God.
And at that moment, I understood the rapture will not be visible to everyone. But it will be relentless.
And when this happens, only those who heaven recognizes as true will rise. The cloud did not stay there for long.
It was as if he was in a hurry. An urgency in my spirit took me to another place.
We climbed quickly and then descended to a building that looked more like an adapted garage.
It was night. Some people began to arrive. Smile. They hugged each other. They carried their Bibles.
It was another of those simple churches, hidden from the world, but full of presence.
Heaven was peaceful, but what I would see next would change my faith forever. Before the service began, the cloud came in, but unlike the other church, it did not remain.
He started taking people out one by one. No explanation, without prior notice. There was an invisible urgency in the air.
Some looked around, confused. Others simply obeyed without question. I asked the Lord, “Why are you taking them?”
And God answered me with a firm voice, but full of love, because tonight armed men would come to kill them, but I am the God who protects those who listen to me.”
At that moment, my heart froze. I saw the scene that was about to happen.
Hooded men with heavy weapons sent by someone who hated the name of Jesus. They planned to invade that small church.
And eliminate everyone there. Nobody knew. Nobody suspected. But God knew it. And he intervened.
He didn’t need to show the threat. He simply moved the hearts of his children with an inexplicable conviction.
Leave. And they obeyed. This is the difference between religion and discernment. The church made no fuss.
Nobody ran. It was as if the Holy Spirit himself had guided each one back home.
Some were still hesitating, but everyone was captivated by the peace that only those who have the spirit understand.
And I understood something that I will never forget. Silent obedience can save your life.
It’s not logical. It’s not common sense. It is the spirit. And those who do not have spiritual sensitivity will stay when they should have left.
He will feel hurt when God had already warned him in his heart. Go. I saw the armed men arrive.
The church door was open, but the hall empty. They were confused. They screamed. They were looking.
But it was too late. The miracle had already occurred. And what surprised me was realizing God doesn’t just protect with angels, protect with discernment.
He guides by the spirit, gives signs in the face of tragedy. And this he does with those who have ears to hear.
Obeying even without understanding is what separates those who are saved from those who will be swallowed up by the system.
And the time to obey is now. And it was at that moment that God told me something that broke me inside.
Whoever wants to live piously will be persecuted. But I will protect those who listen to me even in silence.
He did not promise absence of threat. He promised deliverance to the obedient. That church was not powerful in the eyes of the world, but in the eyes of heaven, it was an army.
And they were saved not because they fled, but because they heard it before, they obeyed before, before they believed.
And this is what is missing today. Faith that listens before the pain comes. After the deliverance in that small church, the spiritual atmosphere changed.
The lion-faced cloud began to move more slowly, but this time something heavy was floating in the air, as if sadness and justice walked together.
We returned to the house of the woman I had seen at the beginning. But everything was different there.
There was no more party, not even music, no voices. I was alone session staring into space and their children played in the background as if nothing had happened.
But I knew it. Something had happened inside. God made me look at his heart again.
But now there were no blatant justifications. There was silence, coldness, a kind of peace that did not come from heaven.
A piece made of reasoning, of well- constructed excuses, of phrases like, “God understands. He knows my struggles.”
But what I saw was not understanding. It was removal. It was death. Because where there is no repentance, there is no life.
What was once an attempt to bargain with God was now an empty certainty. She thought everything was fine.
But it wasn’t like that. And then God spoke to me. She turned my love into permission to sin.
Those words cut me to the core because I understood that his problem was not a lack of information.
She knew the gospel. I knew about the cross. I knew about the resignation. But he chose comfort.
He chose the religion that accepts everything that demands nothing. A faith that does not confront.
Who welcomes sin without exposing the wound. And that faith does not save. It is an anesthetic that prepares the heart for damnation.
And the most painful thing, he still had his children with him. I saw children grow up in that environment.
Same music, same concessions, same invisible idols. And I understood she wasn’t just losing herself.
He was sewing doom on the next generation because the gospel she lived was not the true one.
It was a comfortable, superficial and socially accepted version, a club named after a church, a domesticated faith without cross, without confrontation, no transformation.
And when I asked the Lord, but do you still go to church? He replied, “Yes, but I’m not there.”
That dismantled me because I saw clearly what many churches have become. Places of meeting but not of worship with praises without anointing, preach without brokenness, cross taken from the center, holiness replaced by self-esteem where sin is called weakness and the truth is exchanged for applause.
And God said, “They gather, but they do not worship me. They mention me, but they do not follow me.
They preach a gospel that I do not know. The woman had made herself comfortable and there she would remain.
Finally, the Lord showed me something that crushed my spirit. Told me she knew the truth, but she chose the broad path and now she will reap what she sowed.
His face was calm, but the sky was silent. And it was not peace. It was absence.
It was abandonment. Not because God rejected her, but because she rejected him every day with her indifference.
And I understood. He who does not live the cross today will not climb it tomorrow.
The separation has already begun. And those who settle for appearances will find out. Too late.
The lion-faced cloud began to rise rapidly. It was as if the sky itself was in a hurry.
The surrounding atmosphere changed. What was light began to go out. The air became heavy.
And suddenly everything went dark. The sky seemed to be made of smoke. The once vibrant city was now in ruins.
God told me, “You are looking at the earth after the rapture. And what I saw next was nothing like anything this world had ever experienced.
It was as if all hell had broken loose among the living. I saw crowds running.
People were screaming, desperate. The streets looked like battlefields. Armed soldiers, drones in the sky, tanks in the avenues.
People were hunted like animals. The remaining Christians were treated as criminals, dragged through the streets, accused, beaten.
I saw mothers separated from their children, women taken by force, screams that tore the soul.
It was a silent massacre approved by the powerful and ignored by those who previously mocked the prophecies.
Now there was no more mercy. Advanced technology was now a prison. The screens transmitted orders.
The voices demanded obedience. And then I saw the mark, a seal on the forehead, an implant in the hand.
People were queuing, some hesitated, but their hunger was greater than their fear. And whoever did not accept was eliminated.
There was no other option. Either you submit to the system or you die. And I saw the eyes of those who received the mark dead.
It was as if the spirit was torn away at the same moment. They stopped crying.
They stopped praying. They stopped feeling. The Lord told me, “Whoever accepts the mark will never inherit my kingdom.
They will be sealed for destruction.” That phrase weighed on me like a stone. And then I understood.
Many of those who had mocked holiness were now asking for forgiveness. But it was too late.
I saw burnt churches, broken Bibles, pastors arrested, some decapitated. It was as if the world had declared war on Jesus.
And the sky silent. The grace had ceased. Now judgment reigned. God had withdrawn his hand, and the earth felt it in pain.
In the midst of the chaos, I saw familiar faces, including the woman from before, now dirty, desperate, with her children in her arms, screaming for help.
She cried. Why didn’t anyone tell me it would be like this? But she was warned.
She listened. She simply decided not to believe. He preferred a gospel without renunciations. And now he paid with his soul.
God did not speak with hatred. He spoke with pain. The pain of a father who saw his children choose the world even after so many warnings.
And now it was too late. That’s when the heavens opened again. But this time it was not to reveal it.
It was to judge. I saw the seals of the opening of the apocalypse. I saw the horsemen descend.
I saw the earth shake. The sea turns to blood. Shooting stars. I saw fire.
I saw panic. I saw the total collapse of humanity. And the Lord told me, “Whoever rejects holiness will be given over to my wrath.
For I am love, but I’m also a consuming fire.” And I understood with brutal clarity, “Election time was over.
Now it was harvest time, and few were prepared.” Then the clouds stopped, not gently like before, but with authority.
The air trembled. It was as if something invisible was about to tear apart the heavens.
God said, “Now you will see the rapture.” My eyes widened. My spirit became silent.
And what I saw is impossible to forget. The heavens opened like curtains of living light.
And the earth stopped. There was no noise, no audible trumpet. It was the deepest silence that had ever existed.
An instant that divided eternity from time. People began to disappear. Not all, but those whose names were written in heaven.
I saw children being dragged into the sky with open arms. I saw older people smiling with bright eyes.
I saw men and women ascend in peace as if God himself carried them in his arms.
Their bodies glowed. Their faces looked like pure fire. They didn’t cry out of fear.
They cried with relief. It was as if the weight of a lifetime of renunciation was replaced by an eternal embrace.
The houses were empty. I saw open Bibles on the tables, pans on the fire, mobile phones ring with no answer.
The people who were there now they were in glory. And while heaven gathered its children, the world fell into chaos.
Driverless cars crashed into each other. The planes crashed. Teachers shouted in empty schools. Mothers were looking for their children on the living room floor.
And those who stayed understood. But they understood it too late. What many called madness was now reality.
And the reality was definitive. Heaven did not stop to explain. It was as if a father was gathering his children in haste before the wrath spread.
And then I saw angels receiving each of the raptured. There was no party with lights, but there was glory, a glory that cannot be explained with human words.
Each raptured person received a new body. His eyes now saw everything. And a single sentence came out of their mouths.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord. They didn’t ask for anything. They didn’t complain about anything.
They just loved it. I saw the martyrs being honored. I saw children reunited with their parents.
I saw invisible warriors being recognized. Those who prayed alone, fasted in secret, wept without an audience.
Heaven saw them as heroes. And then I understood the rapture is not about who is known to men.
It’s about who is known to heaven. Meanwhile, below screams echoed. Religious leaders sitting on the ground beating their chests asking, “Lord, why have you left me?”
But the sky had already fallen silent. The radiance of those who ascended still floated in the sky like trails of glory.
But those who stayed knew it was already too late. The empty churches, the pulpits are silent.
The Holy Spirit was no longer there. God had collected his own. And those who mocked the cross now cried for it.
But the door had already closed. The time of grace had passed. Now it was time for the trial.
And in that silence that remained, there was only one certainty. There will be no other call.
Whoever didn’t go up will not go up again. When the sky had collected the last, the cloud with the face of a lion descended on me, not with fury, but with pain.
She involved me like saying, “Now you’ve seen it. Now speak.” I came back down to earth, but nothing about me was the same as before.
My eyes couldn’t see the same way anymore. My heart was burning. It wasn’t emotion.
It was a mission. God had let me see the rapture not to entertain me but to transform me into a voice.
A living trumpet in the middle of a world that still sleeps. When I opened my eyes, everything seemed normal.
The sun was rising. The birds sang. The neighborhood was quiet. But there was fire inside me.
Await, an urgency that I couldn’t ignore. I sat on the edge of the bed and cried, “Not for me, but for those who are still playing with faith, for the churches that abandoned the cross, for children of God who live as if they had all the time in the world.”
And the Holy Spirit whispered within me, “Speak. Even if you don’t believe, even if you mock, speak.”
And I understood it. This was not a mystical experience. It was a summons not to build a career but carry a cross.
God does not look for artists. He’s looking for watchtowers, men and women who shout when there is still time.
Because the truth is hard. But it must be said thousands will stay. They will take few.
Not because God is unfair, but because many reject the truth every day, even sitting inside churches.
And God is already separating those who live from those who only attend. From that day on, I could never again listen to a sermon without discerning whether there was a cross or simply self-help.
I have never been able to sing again without asking myself, does this music move God or does it simply massage the faithful?
My spirit became sensitive. Any diluted doctrine made me shudder. Any gospel without holiness would hurt like a knife because now I knew heaven does not negotiate with appearances.
The sky recognizes the essence and those who live for themselves even using the name of Jesus are preparing to stay.
This generation has become accustomed to a superficial comfortable and applauded gospel. But the gospel of Christ is something else.
Demands death. Death of the ego. Death of the will. Salvation is not being a member of a church.
It is a total surrender. It’s not about how many times you raise your hand.
It’s about how many times you refuse to obey when no one was looking. And the Lord told me firmly, “It’s not enough to sing about the rapture.”
You have to live as if it were going to happen tomorrow. If you’ve made it this far and are still listening, I need to tell you with full authority what I saw.
Eternity is real and it’s closer than you think. The question heaven asks you is not what church do you attend.
The case is have you already died to yourself? Have you revealed your secret sins?
Have you renounced fame, comfort, the desires of the flesh? Because on the day of the rapture, only those who heaven recognizes as servants will ascend.
And the servant does not live for himself. You live for Christ daily. After carrying the weight of that vision, God took me to another place.
It was a great city, a metropolis full of movement. And among the skyscrapers, I saw huge churches, modern facads, giant screens.
People were queuing outside, waiting for the next performance. But upon entering, my spirit stopped.
There was no glory. There was no anointing. It was like a theater full of people, but empty of God.
The Holy Spirit was out there, disrupted, ignored, replaced by lights, technique, and vanity. I saw decorated pulpits, smiling preachers, excited audience, but no one is broken.
The words were beautiful, motivating, and well rehearsed. But there was no confrontation. There was no cross.
There was no surrender. It was as if the spirit had been invited to leave to make way for the human charisma.
God told me with regret, “These places still exist, but I have left them.” And that hurt more than seeing the tribulation.
Because it was abandonment within what was still called the church. I saw people who had their souls massaged, but no one was transformed into the spirit.
It was a cult of self-esteem, a gospel of convenience. And when the Lord spoke, it was clear, these churches are not waiting for the rapture.
They are waiting for the applause. They don’t prepare brides. They train consumers. Everything was rehearsed.
Everything was beautiful, but nothing was holy. The people received promises, but they received no direction.
The music moved him, but he did not prostrate himself before the glory. The Lord showed me the leaders of these places.
They were applauded by men, but ignored by the heavens. They cited Jesus, but they did not know him.
They called the people to success, but not to holiness. And the worst, they taught a broad path with an evangelical appearance.
The words of Leodysia echoed in my mind. You say you are rich, but you do not know that you are miserable, poor, blind, and naked.
And I saw before my eyes the most successful churches on earth were the ones that vomited the most from heaven.
Meanwhile, God was taking me to a forgotten place, a simple house hidden in a poor neighborhood.
Inside, only three people were kneeling with their Bibles open and their eyes moist. No cameras, no microphones, no audience.
But there the Holy Spirit brought me to my knees. It was so glorious I could barely breathe.
And the Lord said to me, “Here I live. Here I find my home.” And it was at that moment that I understood, “God does not look for crowds.
God looks for altars.” And many altars today are hidden in the hearts of anonymous people.
I saw that the great cathedrals were still functioning but what they delivered did not come from the throne.
Ego audition. They preached motivation but not repentance. They touched the emotions but they did not heal the soul.
And God said they took away the weight of the cross and called it love.
But that is betrayal of the gospel. I saw leaders smiling in the pullpit and crying in judgment.
I saw applause on earth and silence in heaven and I understood with fear in my heart.
The biggest mistake of recent times will not be the world. It will be a church without a cross.
Then God took me to one last scenario. It was not a temple. It is not a square.
It was just a piece of land at dawn. A small group of people kneeling silent.
No cameras, without spotlights, no like. But there each cry rose like a perfume that invaded the sky.
The Holy Spirit whispered in my heart, “These are the ones I will take.” And at that moment, I cried because they were totally unknown on earth, but famous in eternity.
They had no position. They had no title. Some were ridiculed. Others have lost friends, jobs, and even family.
But none of them backed down. I saw a young woman saying, “Lord, if I have to deny your name, first take my life.”
It destroyed me because there was the secret. They were already dead to the world.
And only those who have died to the world are ready to live with Christ.
The sky did not see them weak. Heaven saw them as warriors. And God told me, “Only the dead will fly into the world at the rapture.”
They called these people radical, exaggerated, religious. But I saw it with my own eyes.
They were the ones who sustained the nations with their prayers. Their tears watered the ministries.
Their fasts broke down walls. And nobody saw them. But God saw because he doesn’t watch the performance.
He looks at the heart. Each of his resignations was recorded every morning prayer written and the Lord told me that’s why I’ll take them because they loved me more than life itself.
They were not looking for success. They didn’t want fame. They didn’t want recognition. They only wanted one thing.
See Jesus and be found faithful. I saw their names engraved in the sky. They weren’t on the posters.
They were in the book of life. They were not celebrities in the Christian world.
They were servants. Some illiterate, others unemployed. But everyone gave up. And the spirit told me, “These are mine.
They stumble, but they repent. They fall, but they get up. They are not popular.
They are holy.” They said, “If I have to lose everything so as not to grieve the spirit, then let me lose.”
I saw men rejecting proposals. Women praying for the children who made fun of them.
Young people fasted when their friends went to parties. And I understood holiness was not a burden for them.
It was a pleasure. They didn’t want a faith that would make them happy. They wanted a faith that would make them unrecognizable to the world, but known to God.
And God told me with authority, “I will return for these.” And then I understood, with everything I saw, everything I felt, everything that was revealed to me.
The rapture will not be of those who show themselves. It will be about those who give up.
It won’t be about who has a voice, but of those who have life. Heaven will not accept those who sing the loudest.
Those who live what they sing will be needed. And at that moment, with eyes full of tears, I heard the phrase that closes all doubts, that silences all arguments, that defines who they will take.
I will come for those who love me more than anything else. If you have made it this far, then heaven is giving you one more chance.
That wasn’t a story. It was not a well-produced video. It wasn’t a random dream.
It was a wakeup call, a call, a direct arrow to your spirit. The rapture is not symbolic.
The tribulation is not theoretical. God’s judgment is marked. And the question that resonates now is not if you go to church, if you sing, if you pray before meals.
The question is clear, raw, definitive. Have you already died to yourself? Do you still deal with hidden sins?
Do you still keep idols in your heart that no one sees? Do you still make your will your priority?
Because God will not come looking for religious people, not even those who speak beautifully, not even those who have positions.
He will come and look for the crucified one, disciples, servants who lost everything for him.
Heaven will not look for appearances. The sky will look for marks, disclaimer marks, delivery marks, marks of true repentance, because in the end, only those who have fallen enough to find themselves broken rise up.
Maybe you’re trying to justify yourself. But I’m trying. God knows my heart. And I tell you, yes, it does.
And that’s why he’s confronting you now. Because whoever loves confronts. Whoever loves does not leave him in error.
This is your chance. It could be the last. Will you ignore him again? Will you continue searching for a comfortable gospel?
Are you going to live another day pretending that everything is fine when heaven no longer answers your prayers?
Don’t be fooled. The time to play with faith is over. If right now, at this very moment, the sky opened, would you go up or would you stay?
Would you hear good and faithful servant or I don’t know you? This is the most serious question anyone can ask you because it’s not about religion.
It’s about eternity. It’s about denying yourself every day. Love holiness more than comfort. Choose the cross even when it hurts.
It’s about living as if the rapture were today because in fact it can be.
And if so, it will be too late for those who are still undecided. If you really want to give up your life, not symbolically, but with real renunciation, then close your eyes now and pray with me.
Not out of emotion, not out of fear, but why you understood that the spirit is calling you.
Lord Jesus, I recognize that I am a sinner, that I lived more for myself than for you.
I empty myself of my will. I regret every step outside your presence. Wash me with your blood.
Write my name in the book of life. Teach me to live for your glory.
From today I die to myself and I live only for you. In the name of Jesus.
Amen. If you prayed this sincerely, heaven heard you. But now comes the hardest part.
Living as someone saved. Holiness is not weight. It’s a privilege. Resignation is not torture.
It is the mark of someone who has been resurrected with Christ. And if you already walk with Jesus, but you lost the fire, come back because the trumpet is about to sound.
Don’t get distracted. Don’t negotiate. Don’t play. Live like a saint. Live full of the spirit.
Because when heaven opens, only those dead to the world will be resurrected.
