“TO THOSE LEFT BEHIND, LIKE ME…I FOUND THE TRUTH‼️

OUR LAST LETTER…TO YOU

You Were Here…
There are others like me out there.
You always had someone in your ear…
They were in your family, your friends, or even a complete stranger.
Always talking about Jesus..gospel..and the restrainer.
Still trying to figure out what did all of that mean? I’m looking for answers I can glean.
Thinking back, it was like they were begging for us to listen.
Sharing how Jesus died for our sins and that “He is risen”.
Their eyes on us pleading, still praying for us-for me…
I always thought they just wanted us to agree.
Ruining my mood hearing them, would cause me to shout.
Just seeing their posts made me sign out.
All of that crazy preaching, many of us thought they were reaching!
I’d laugh it off when ever they tried to warn me about His coming.
I thought they were the ones doing the cunning.
In my childhood I’ve already heard enough.
I felt they were in the wrong, always finding a way to bring Him up.
But there was so much more that I missed. Those Christian conversations I always dissed.
Distanced myself away, didn’t know they weren’t here to stay.
I KNOW I saw Jesus take them away.
In the past, I heard about the “thief in the night.”
I thought it was more doom & gloom, a tale of fright.
Years would pass and nothing would ever happen. It sounded more like what a child would imagine.
More Christian fairy-tales, no big deal.
Who would have thought the Rapture was real?
If you’re still here…you know you can relate. You know now, you can’t go back- it’s too late.
All of this is hard to admit.
But No matter what, I have to talk about it. There’s an unspoken rule now, no one can know the truth. But we can’t numb our pain, hold onto lies to soothe.
There are way too many in doubt.
You might think I’m not too smart, but I must get this out.
I don’t care if I’m caught.
I can’t stop thinking about what Jesus taught.
His people shared the gospel until they were gathered. I won’t act like it didn’t matter…
While His people were still here, whether you realize it or not- we gathered what they shared. You may have rejected it, but I accept it as their answered prayers.
The world wants us to pretend it didn’t happen. Spreading lies like a bad meme, where they filled in the captions.
What I’m feeling is beyond words… I can’t stop this force in my heart. It’s the faith they mentioned, I’ll have until I depart.
If you know you know-you saw them go.
Think about it, where are their daily posts? The messages about salvation, the cross, and the Holy Ghost?
I’ve always lived alone, but who’s missing from your home??
I remember I didn’t want to hear them speak anymore, but this silence is too hard to ignore.
They were everywhere, and you could tell WHO they lived for.
I couldn’t go anywhere, without bumping into one. Preaching “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son…”
I used to see them out there, preaching even on the street. I’d hurry away hoping we’d never meet.
But God always found another way, just to get me to this day.
Looking at that empty chair, reminds me you were once here…
My coworker was Christian…Every now and then, I’d give him a listen.
On his breaks, I could tell he was working up to tell me more.
Before it happened, he last spoke about the wars & rumors of wars.
Always matching the news with the Bible. Now I feel like knowing Jesus is my survival. He’s someone one I’d even die for.
I don’t know much about what’s coming next. I will do my best to search His texts.
I’m reading my coworker’s bible, this will be revival.
All of the notes he left me, I feel so invited.
Here’s a verse he highlighted:
“For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord's.”
Like my life depends on it, I’ll hold onto His word.
I’ll find more like me, God will be my guide.
What ever happens God will provide.
The evil here is so alive-it feels like I’m being hunted.
I’ll make sure my “sword” is never blunted.
Abiding in Him we will grow stronger.
No matter who doesn’t want us here any longer.
Risking death we’ll never remove His armor.