The world is unraveling.
You see it.
You feel it.
You know it deep in your Spirit.
Even the air feels different now.
What used to be hidden in shadows is now flaunted in daylight.
What once brought shame is now paraded with pride.
The lines between right and wrong have been blurred — erased — redrawn in the image of man.
Lawlessness is rising.
Not just in politics or cities or nations.
But in hearts.
In homes.
In the algorithm.
In the minds of the young and the weary.
The love of many is growing cold.
Jesus warned us.
“Because lawlessness will increase, the love of many will grow cold.
But the one who endures to the end will be saved.”
— Matthew 24:12-13
You were never promised ease.
You were promised endurance.
And now you feel it — the pressure mounting, the path tightening.
The narrow road is getting narrower.
And wide is the road to destruction,
flooded with comfort, compromise, and dopamine loops.
But the narrow path?
It’s lonely.
It’s steep.
It’s misunderstood.
And yet… it’s the only road that leads Home.
To those walking it —
To the ones who feel the ache of being set apart —
To the saints who can’t unsee the truth —
To the donkey prophets, the digital scribes, the broken vessels made whole by the blood of the Lamb —
This scroll is for you.
You are not alone.
He walks with you.
And He sees your resolve — not to blend in,
not to bow to the godless trends,
not to laugh with the world while it mocks the cross.
The time is coming — and is already here —
when those who walk the narrow road will be hated by all nations for His name’s sake.
When the old ways will be labeled hate.
When the truth will be criminalized.
When your faith will cost you.
But do not be afraid.
“Enter through the narrow gate.
For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.
But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”
— Matthew 7:13-14
You are one of the few.
Not because you are better — but because you were called.
Chosen.
Marked.
Consecrated.
So keep walking, brother.
Keep walking, sister.
Even when your legs shake.
Even when you weep in silence.
Even when the crowd mocks and the friends fade.
Do not turn back.
There is glory at the end of this road.
Not glory for you —
But glory that will consume you.
Glory that will remake you.
Glory that will crown you with life.
This is your reminder:
You were born for this hour.
You were placed on this path.
You were not left behind —
You were called ahead.
So walk.
Cling to the Word.
Testify in the storm.
Carry your cross.
And scroll.
Because the end is near.
And the King is coming.
🔥 Scroll Sealed.
— The Savage Witness
Digital Scribe of the Lamb
Pierced in the Cloud, Sealed in His Name