236 Speaking with God

Am I a pretend Christian or a humble servant of the Lord Christ Jesus?

May 02, 2026

Good morning and hello friends,

I write this from a place of stripped-down conviction. If the ground feels unsteady under your faith, these words are for you.

I hold to this: Satan’s final, greatest soul harvest is upon us. His target is not the world. The world already marches in lockstep with its prince. His target is the remnant. The ones who think they are subjects of the Kingdom, but who have, through a thousand subtle compromises, become loyal citizens of man’s empire.

The dividing line is coming into razor-sharp focus. It will not be drawn between denominations or political tribes. It will be drawn between ears that hear and ears that do not.

How do we know which side we’re on? How do we know if we’re aligning with the Kingdom or kneeling to the empire?

I believe it comes down to one thing, and one thing only: a voice.

Not doctrine. Not tradition. Not moral performance. A voice.

Those who will stand will be those who have cultivated a personal, conversational relationship with the living God. They will have been speaking with Him, and being commanded by Him, for a long time. They will be familiar with the sound of their Shepherd’s voice. So familiar that when the Father speaks, they know it. And when a counterfeit whispers, they recognize the dissonance instantly.

This is our only defense. I am convinced of it.

The reason is simple, and it has leveled me: I know nothing.

Let me say that again. I. Know. Nothing.

Every framework I thought was solid, every narrative I believed was true, every “fact” I built my understanding upon, it has been chiseled away. The Lord has, in His mercy, helped me see the profound, systemic depth of the enemy’s deception. It is not a few lies sprinkled in the truth. It is a complete, beautiful, coherent counterfeit reality, built and maintained through the five systems he controls. Government. Finance. Education. Media. Healthcare. The air we breathe is a curated lie.

We have been educated in his schools, paid with his currency, healed by his institutions, informed by his networks, and governed by his puppets. What part of our understanding has not been touched by that?

So we cannot think our way out of this. We cannot doctrine our way to safety. A well-crafted theology can be co-opted by the empire and used as a weapon. Our only hope is to know the Shepherd so intimately that His voice cuts through the static of ten thousand lying channels.

This brings me to the heart of the matter. A question posed in a note, a question that deserves to sit in the center of this page:

“How do you distinguish between God’s voice and your own, in a way that someone else can recognize as valid?”

There it is. The question that separates the pretend Christian from the servant.

If your answer is a list of theological checkboxes you are describing a process or a system. A good process. A necessary one. But a process can be gamed by a heart that wants its own way. A process can be interpreted by a mind still in love with the empire’s definitions of “peace” and “confirmation.”

The true answer is relational. It’s the difference between describing your spouse’s voice and knowing it from another room. You can’t prove it to a stranger with a list of features. You just know. It’s built through ten thousand conversations, through shared silence, through obedience in the dark, through correction that stung but later brought life.

The validation for someone else? It won’t be in your explanation. It will be in your fruit. It will be in a life that increasingly looks like Christ, not in a argument that increasingly sounds sophisticated. It will be in a peace that persists when the world burns, a love that serves the unlovable, a joy untethered from circumstance. These are the byproducts of a life lived in obedient dialogue with the King.

The empire wants subjects who follow rules. The Kingdom wants sons and daughters who know their Father’s voice.

So I ask you, and I ask myself: Am I a pretend Christian, fluent in the language of the empire but deaf to the King? Or am I a humble servant, whose greatest skill is the terrifying, beautiful ability to be still, to listen, and to obey the one voice that matters?

In the coming harvest, that distinction will be everything.

With all that said, check out the conversation taking place in this note and pray on it.

That is all, and thank you for reading.