We stand in an hour of grave peril.

Satan, with calculated fury, has loosed an unprecedented tide of wickedness against every soul that dares to stand unyielding for the righteousness that is in Christ Jesus.

The battle lines are no longer veiled; it's now too obvious.

Genuine Christianity, once the heartbeat of the church, is now scorned as archaic. A sanctified life, set apart and radiant with holiness, is branded obsolete in this glittering age of compromise.

Holiness itself has been declared taboo; to walk uprightly is now counted an abomination.

The hearts of men grow colder, darker, more brazen in transgression. Hell, it seems, stands emptied; its legions prowl freely among us.

But the remnant of the Lord shall be preserved.
The Almighty will breathe upon them with resurrection strength, clothing them with triumphant, overcoming victory.

Until the great and terrible Day of the Lord dawns,
until the trumpet sounds and the dead in Christ rise incorruptible,
they shall be kept, guarded, sustained by the very hand of God.

Therefore, wait upon the Lord.
Wait, I say, for Him alone.
He is coming.
Stand fast.