What of the Children...And Us
- White Stone
- Aug 11
- 13 min read
You might want to gird up your loins for this one!
When God places the spiritual lackings of our young people upon our hearts, it is not a casual nudge—it is a sacred summons requiring the highest level of spiritual discernment. This is no ordinary observation of youthful immaturity, but a divine entrustment from the heart of God, revealing that eternity itself is being threatened in the choices and distractions shaping the next generation. It demands of us a trembling sensitivity to the Holy Spirit, an unwavering commitment to truth, and an unclouded view of the times in which we live. To rightly interpret what God reveals, we must weep where He weeps, grieve where He grieves, and war where He wars. Discernment at this level is not merely the ability to see sin or error, but the wisdom to perceive how the enemy has subtly severed the connection between youth and purpose, between their identity and the call of God. We are being invited to stand in the gap—not in criticism, but in intercession, mentoring, and holy example. The hour is late, and what we fail to discern and act upon in the hearts of our youth today may determine whether they stand sealed in Christ tomorrow or fall in the deception that is swiftly coming upon the whole world. In the most vivid details of terror imaginable we must understand the utter devastation to come upon humanity because we failed to recognize the word of God. How our failure to monitor the youth’s time spent playing online games contribute to their neglect of the word of God that could have saved them and will reach such a threshold of sound as to cause a level of spiritual discomfort beyond measure. It is imperative that we spare no language, no insightfulness that may awaken us to the reality of what is coming.
In the final throes of a world that rejected its Maker, terror unlike any that has ever pierced the human soul will descend like a shroud over the earth. The skies will turn sin-black with the wrath of the ignored Word, and men’s hearts will fail them for fear, knowing deep within that they played and laughed while eternity pleaded and bled at the door. The screams of children, long desensitized by the games of digital war, will echo without comfort—children
who spent their formative years conquering virtual worlds, only to awaken too late to find they have no sword for the real one. Parents, who once beamed at their children’s gaming achievements, will collapse in despair, realizing too late that their silence was complicity. The Word of God—so near, so freely available—was traded for pixels and fantasy. It was not just unread but despised, gathering dust while the spirit of the age seduced the young with dopamine and distraction. Now, when they cry for truth, it will be as a dry well. Famine will stalk not just the body but the soul—a famine of hearing the words of the Lord. And in the silence, amid the ashes of nations and the stench of spiritual death, humanity will understand the price of its forgetfulness. But understanding will come without mercy, and regret will no longer be redemptive—it will be eternal.
Our hearts will be rung with spiritually charged lamentation and warning, conveying both the horror of the coming devastation and the deep neglect that brought it upon humanity—particularly through our failure to guard the hearts of our children. In the closing scenes of earth’s history, when mercy withdraws her hand and the Word of God is no longer preached in the streets, the world will finally come face to face with the full terror of its rejection of divine truth. What is soon to fall upon humanity will not be a mere sequence of natural disasters or political upheavals, but a cascading torrent of divine judgment, meticulously
restrained for millennia, now unbound. The sky will darken with more than storm clouds—it will grow heavy with the weight of divine silence. No thunder will be as dreadful as the absence of God's voice. Communities will crumble from the implosion of meaning itself. Towers of pride will fall, economies will disintegrate, and the ground will seem to recoil from the dead it has absorbed. The world will be plunged into a terror so thick, so unspeakably dreadful, that men will crawl into caves and cry for death to shield them from the face of the Lamb they once mocked. Among the most damning indictments of this generation will be its treatment of the youth—our most precious charge. The very ones entrusted to inherit the knowledge of God were instead handed glowing screens and allowed to dwell in digital illusions. We gave them war games instead of warfare prayers, fantasy worlds instead of the Word of Truth, and hours of ceaseless stimulation while their hearts and minds withered from lack of living water. Where once family altars were built and the scriptures opened morning and night, there will be coffee tables cluttered with controllers, headsets, and devices—silent monuments to a war we never fought. Parents, intoxicated with their own distractions, failed to see the eternal consequences of a child's unguarded mind. Every hour spent slaughtering enemies in a game was an hour lost to knowing the One who died for theirs. Every achievement in virtual reality etched away their hunger for divine reality. Their innocence was not stolen—it was surrendered, sacrificed on the altar of convenience and cultural conformity.
What’s coming is not just punishment—it is the final consequence of spiritual erosion. The youth, when faced with the collapse of the world they once escaped into, will have no sword of the Spirit to wield, no oil in their lamps, no memory of the Shepherd's voice. Their cries for help will rise, but they will fall back like echoes in a sealed tomb. For they were not taught the name of the Lord, nor trained to discern His voice amidst chaos. The Word of God— so full of life, so radiant with hope—was shut away, unopened in their homes, unread in their hearts, not taught in love. The prophets warned of a famine in the land—not of bread or water, but of hearing the words of the Lord. That famine is here. And when it fully matures, it will leave no harvest of repentance—only sorrow without seed, no blade, no fruit, and silence without solace.
In that day, regret will be a plague in every household. Fathers will curse their passivity. Mothers will sob over children who grew up under their roofs but outside the ark of salvation. The weeping will be for the knowledge that life eternal was within reach, and we let it slip through fingers too busy, too entertained, too dulled by endless texting, endless scrolling. The judgment will not only be on the wicked but on the negligent—those who knew the truth, felt its tug, but refused to change the course of their homes. We will see too
late that spiritual indifference is generational treason. What we ignored, our children inherited. And what they inherited will crush them unless divine intervention breaks through the fog of apostasy.
This writing is not merely a condemnation—it is a last-hour cry. While breath remains, and the Word can still be opened, and the child still listens, there is hope. But that window is closing, and the storm is nearer than we dare admit. Let the fathers rise and tear down the altars of entertainment. Let the mothers gather their children and weep between the porch and the altar. Let the Word be lifted high in the home until its light drives out every shadow. For what is coming will demand a faith forged in truth, a faith stronger than fantasy, a faith that can stand when all around collapses.
We are not preparing for mere hardship—we are standing at the threshold of the great and dreadful day of the Lord. May our tears water the ground now, that our children may yet bear fruit in the day of famine. And may we all remember: the Word we neglect today may be the very Word that could have saved us tomorrow.
Yet even in this encroaching darkness, there remains a path lit with the soft, unwavering glow of divine mercy. The terror that awaits the unprepared is not yet sealed against those who turn and seek the Lord with all their heart. And astonishingly, the turning point—the beginning of revival and rescue— may hinge on what seems the simplest of commitments: just one sacred hour a day spent in the Word of God. Not out of obligation, nor as a ritual token, but as a deep, expectant, Spirit-filled meeting with the mind and heart of God. One hour in the Word is not merely time spent—it is time exchanged: our weakness for His strength, our confusion for His wisdom, our fear for His courage.
In one single hour a day, the soul begins to remember what it means to be human in the image of God. The pages of scripture become mirrors, showing us who we were meant to be, and maps, guiding us back to the narrow road. Our young, whose minds have been trained to flicker from screen to screen, will begin to taste the richness of stillness and revelation. The Word will break through the digital static and speak—yes, speak—as living fire into their hearts. The verses will no longer be lifeless text but living thunder—each passage a voice from eternity preparing them to stand when the earth trembles. In that hour, faith will grow—not in spurts, but in roots, anchoring them in the promises of God which cannot be shaken.
Imagine a 10-year-old boy, his room once darkened by hours of gaming, now lit each morning by the glow of scripture and the quiet rustle of pages turned in search of God. Imagine a 13-year-old girl whose identity was once shaped by the approval of peers, now rising in quiet confidence because she has spent an hour learning what her Father in heaven thinks of her. Imagine families gathering—not just for meals or logistics—but for eternal equipping, where the Word is read, discussed, and sealed with prayer. That single hour becomes more powerful than any school curriculum, more life-giving than any entertainment, more stabilizing than any therapy. It becomes the source of discernment when deception increases, the balm of peace when chaos swells, and the sword of truth when lies swarm like locusts.
This hour is not about checking a box—it is about building an altar. It is about planting within the heart a hidden manna that no one can take away. When the Word is sown daily, the Spirit waters it hourly. And when trial comes— and it will—it finds a prepared vessel. The one-hour soul stands, not because they are strong, but because they are rooted. The youth who gave God one hour a day will find in crisis that God gives them the strength of ten thousand. The adult who reclaimed just sixty minutes each day to meet with the Lord will find that they are not shaken by reports of war, pestilence, or persecution, for the Word has already trained them to love, to have faith, to trust, to wait, to endure, and to overcome.
This hour—this single hour—is not the end of devotion, but the gateway. It reorders the day. It cleanses the mind. It fuels intercession. It renews vision. And when multiplied across households, communities, rooftops, it becomes an ark of preparation for the storm to come. The floodwaters of deception and destruction will not drown those who have made the Word their daily dwelling. For the Lord Himself has said, “The man that doeth them shall live in them”. In the hour that we give Him, He gives us life—abundant, eternal, unshakable life.
Let us not despise the small beginnings. One hour a day in the Word may be the very difference between collapse and courage, between apostasy and endurance, between eternal ruin and eternal reward. The terror ahead is real—but so is the power of God to prepare a people who know Him intimately. Let us rise now, and build again the family altar. Let us trade entertainment for endurance, distraction for discernment, apathy for authority. And let us begin today—with just one hour.
I pray that this writing reaches the very nerve center of covenant, conscience, and endurance in this time of final testing. We must examine ourselves with utmost gravity and clarity of spirit.
As the end of all things draws near, the enemy of truth has deployed his most sophisticated tactics—not only to deceive the masses, but to infiltrate the private sanctum of the godly household. Nowhere is this assault more cunning and soul-threatening than within the sacred bond of marriage. In the time of trouble such as never was, when the powers of the state, the marketplace, and even religious systems unite to enforce falsehood and suppress righteousness, husbands and wives must do more than simply coexist—they must stand face to face and reaffirm, with solemn trembling and unwavering faith, their loyalty first to God and then to each other in the presence of divine witness. This is no longer a theoretical conversation, but a matter of spiritual survival. The hour has come when the union of marriage must be forged not by the fleeting fires of passion or convenience, but by the eternal fire of truth that cannot be quenched by pressure, persecution, or loss.
In this final stretch of earth's history, every couple that names the name of Christ must hold a sacred conference of the soul, with eyes locked in candor and tears not withheld, laying bare every point of potential compromise. No subject is to be off-limits—in-laws who mock the faith, employers who require moral concessions, social networks that demand conformity, educational paths that train rebellion, or reputations built on the sinking sands of worldly favor. Each one must ask the other: “When the furnace is heated seven times hotter, will you stand with God if I am taken from you? Will you obey His voice if I falter? Will we both love the truth more than our own flesh, more than comfort, more than even each other?” For the storm that now gathers will shake every hidden motive and expose every secret allegiance. There can be no assumption of unity in the final hour unless that unity has been forged through conscious and sacrificial loyalty to the voice of God.
The government—and the systems aligned with it—has already begun weaponizing every form of coercion imaginable to turn hearts against righteousness. Policies are crafted to undermine godly convictions, media narratives are shaped to shame those who resist compromise, and economic pressure is increasingly used to silence dissent from truth. In this climate, it is not hard to imagine a husband threatened with the loss of livelihood for refusing to affirm a lie, or a wife facing state intervention for instructing her children in the truth of God’s Word. When those moments come—and they surely will—the covenant must already be settled in the secret place between husband and wife. There must be no double mind, no divided house, no uncertainty in who will be obeyed when Caesar commands what God forbids. This is why the spiritual preparation of marriage cannot be postponed. It must be deliberate, prayer-soaked, and rooted in Scripture. Couples must together study the examples of Ananias and Sapphira, whose joint disloyalty cost them their lives, and contrast them with Aquila and Priscilla, whose unity in truth made them pillars in the early church. They must examine the fate of Lot’s wife, who looked back in longing while her husband pressed forward. They must weep over the tragic consequences of Eve reasoning apart from Adam, and Adam choosing loyalty to Eve over loyalty to God. These are not merely historical events; they are prophetic warnings tailored for our generation. The decisions made in kitchens and bedrooms today will echo in the courts of heaven tomorrow.
Let every husband therefore lead not just in provision or protection, but in spiritual consecration. Let every wife respond not just with affection, but with holy fear and divine resolve. The final crisis will strip away all illusions of neutral ground. The marriage altar must be rebuilt—not with the stones of sentiment, but with the fire of covenant faithfulness. Where there is disunity, seek repentance. Where there is silence, pursue truth. Where there is doubt, invite the Spirit of God to awaken and convict. For soon the cry will go forth, “Who is on the Lord’s side?” and only those who have prepared in private will stand in public.
This is the call for face-to-face courage—not the bravery of defiance against men, but the meek and immovable obedience to the God who sees in secret. When the final test comes, no vow spoken before men will matter unless it has been sealed in the secret chamber of truth between two souls and their Creator. Marriage, rightly understood, becomes the proving ground of endtime faith.
Deception is at its peak, love is waxing cold, and the line between loyalty and betrayal is razor thin—God is not speaking casually, nor in riddles, nor with the voice of thunder alone, but with the trembling tenderness of a Father who knows what eternity costs. He is speaking in terms no less than eternal, and with a love that demands nothing less than everything. Listen to Him now. “My son. My daughter. You were never merely given to each other for companionship, nor for convenience, nor to fulfill the customs of men. I joined your hearts as one flesh for My glory—to reflect the image of My eternal covenant. Your union is not yours to define. It is Mine. I made it sacred. And now, in the hour when the world shakes and truth falls in the streets, I call you to rise together as one voice, one altar, one witness. Only the undivided, undefiled, and unshakable will enter My kingdom.”
“You must be as one now—refined together in the flesh, the bone.” “You cannot serve Me while harboring secret vows to self, family legacies, cultural comfort, or earthly security. If one of you is hiding behind silence, or deferring out of fear, or compromising under the weight of affection, you both may fall. If either holds back the truth to preserve peace, that peace will become your prison. If either exalts human loyalty above My Word, your house will crumble. I do not dwell in divided temples.”
“Therefore, husband—lead her not as a master, but as one who has first bowed at My cross, trembling at the price I paid to redeem your soul. Love her with the kind of love that lays down its will for her sanctification.”
“Wife—honor not just his strength but the Word I’ve placed in him. When he speaks truth, follow not because of culture but because you hear Me in him. But if he turns from My voice, call him back in tears and in truth.”
“You must speak face to face—not just of bills or schedules or children, but of the war for your souls. You must ask each other: Do you love truth more than me? Do you love Me more than comfort? Will you stand with Me if I lose all else? Will we endure if God strips us to the dust? If these questions are not asked now, they will be answered in agony later.”
“You are no longer your own. The seal of the Lamb must be written across your marriage. In the final hour, the only marriages that will endure are those who have already died to this world. I do not require your perfection. I require your yes—together.”
In the final days, God would not appeal merely to emotion or theology. He would speak of eternal union, covenantal loyalty, the battlefield of conscience, and the cross between us. He would urge us to look beyond time into eternity, and then return to our knees, hand in hand, and ask Him: “Lord, what must we do to be saved?” And His answer would be: “Die together that you may rise together. Submit to one another in the fear of God.
And become a living ark where My presence can dwell when the whole earth is flooded with fire.” Let every couple count the cost, speak the truth in love, and prepare to endure—not merely to survive, but to glorify God as one. Please pray for the conviction, the preparation, and the sealing for unwavering loyalty to heaven and to each other.
The Word is waiting. So is the Spirit. And so is the hour of decision.
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