Dear Father in Heaven,
Just over two years ago I was virtually without faith. I was walking the wide path with so many other people on earth, searching for truth and finding only bits and pieces of it in a myriad of religious beliefs. I had not set foot inside a church for nearly seventeen years. I called myself a Spiritualist who believed in God and Christ. I searched for truth but I was lost. There was a hole in my heart that in retrospect I now know that only You could fill.
Then I found out you'd chosen me to serve You and Your son Christ Jesus in delivering your End Times message to mankind via Your deputies of the Cherubic Order of Angels. Everything I'd ever known changed an my whole world was turned upside down. Why me I asked. I'm not perfect. I've sinned. I all but turned my back on You and now You've called on me to perform this task.
I questioned this decision. I wondered if Noah or Moses or any of the others who'd also been chosen throughout the centuries also questioned. I wasn't good enough, I argued. So you sent me visions and dreams. Your Angels and Holy Ghosts revealed themselves to me. You convinced me it was real. You began to mold me and You revealed and enlightened me on the true meaning of Your Word. You taught me about the Spiritual War, its importance and the inner workings of your Angels. Patiently You waited for this all to sink in. For me to come to the realization that it was real. It was happening. I'd been chosen to serve You and in addition to that I was introduced to others who'd also been chosen to serve You and were now my new family.
You've ordained me and sent me out into the wilderness like John the Baptist, a lamb amongst the wolves, and I cry out your message to the masses. But Father, they don't listen. They are like the Pharisees and Sadducees of the New Testament. They cling to false doctrine or no doctrine at all. They ignore. They attack. They debate. They accuse me of being a heretic and a zealot or a mental case. They profane Your name and the name of Your son Jesus Christ. Why won't they listen? What can I say that will open their eyes and hearts to the truth? It hurts, Lord. It hurts because I see the writing on the walls. So many won't survive because they've been caught in Satan's snare and there's nothing I can do, is there? They don't understand the concept of Free Will. They are lost, just like I was at one time. They think they are wiser than You and Your teachings or they don't believe in You at all.
One day very soon they will wake up and their children will be taken from them to join You in Heaven and they will cry bitter tears and curse You for what You've done to them – never thinking that they'd done it to themselves. One day very soon they will turn on their televisions and see the horror unfolding in their own backyards. They will realize that what we've been warning them of has come to pass and that they'd ignored the signs and the messages You sent them because they've rejected the truth that was brought to them via myself and the ministers of Your ministry. At that point they will cry for You to save them, but it will be too late. Just as in Noahian times the door to the Ark to safety will be sealed and then the sky will open up and your deputies will descend upon them and annihilate them from existence. But it's not too late. Not yet. There's still time.
I'm not telling You anything You don't already know, am I Father? How horrible this must make You feel. How sad. I feel Your frustration and disappointment. So many of Your beloved children will be lost forever if they don't change their ways. You ask so little and yet they demand so much. If only they would open their hearts to the truth we minister to them and to Your son Jesus Christ. It's not too much to ask. I pray every day, several times a day that they realize it too. That our message reaches them and they are accepting of it. Before it's too late.
Your humble servant,