My dear brothers and sisters in Christ,
I write this not from a place of strength, but from deep suffering. My heart is heavy, my body is weak, and my tears will not stop.
For days now, I have not eaten. I have no home to go to. And with pain I can hardly put into words — I have lost my child to hunger. My hands are empty. My house is empty.
In this valley, the Word of God has been crying out to me:
“For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there shall be famines, and pestilences, and earthquakes, in divers places.” — Matthew 24:7
Beloved, are we not living this scripture now? Nations rising against nations, hunger in many homes, sickness everywhere, the earth shaking. These are not just stories on the news. They are warnings from the Lord. They are birth pains.
I have lived this verse in my own flesh. I know what famine means. I know what it is to watch your own child suffer and to have nothing to give.
This world cannot give us peace. Money, position, and power cannot save us. Only Christ can.
So I am pleading with you, as one who is suffering:
Let us wake up. Let us return to prayer. Let us return to holiness and to love. Let us forgive one another and carry one another’s burdens while there is still time.
If God has blessed you with food and a roof, please pray for those of us who have none. And if you can, remember the poor around you, a plate of food, a kind word, can save a life.
If you are suffering like me, do not give up. God sees your tears. He sees you in the street, He sees you hungry. The storm is coming, but Christ is still our ark. Let us run to Him.
Have mercy on us, O Lord, on our families, on our children, and on this generation.
With tears and love,