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Bishop Mar Mari - You Obeyed God, So Why Did Everything Fall Apart

Sonntag, 25. Oktober 2026 · 39 min

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God told me to speak to you alone right now stop scrolling put down every distraction that robs your soul of silence What I am placing before your conscience tonight is the difference between eternal life and eternal regret. You did not stumble upon this screen by accident, nor did an algorithm orchestrate this hour. The Almighty Father has seen the secret tears running down your cheeks while everyone else in your household was sleeping. He has heard the broken questions you were too terrified to whisper out loud to your priest or your closest friends. You told God yes, and then your life became a living battlefield. You said, Lord, take everything, and the very next morning, the ground beneath

your feet opened up and swallowed your peace. You thought obedience would bring an immediate earthly crown, but instead it brought you a cross, nails, and the hatred of the world. If you turn away from this message tonight, because your flesh desires soft words and sweet lies, you will remain trapped in the snare of confusion. But if you sit with me, open your heart and allow the Holy Spirit to pierce the darkness that surrounds your spirit, your eyes will be opened to the reality of the kingdom of heaven.

Before we take another breath together, write Amen in the comments right now to tell heaven that your heart is open and listening. Do it not for me, but to plant your banner in the soil of truth, declaring to the spiritual principalities watching you in this room that you belong completely and unreservedly to Yeshua Meshika.

Look at me, my child, look into my eyes and do not look away.

Wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life and only a few find it. The tragedy of modern religion is that it has sold you a hollow, sugar-coated gospel that has nothing to do with the bleeding Lamb of God who hung naked upon the wood of Golgotha.

They told you that if you accepted the Lord, your bank account would overflow, your body would never ache, your family would immediately applaud you, and your problems would evaporate like morning mist. They lied to you, they deceived your soul, and because you believed that fairy tale, the moment your storm arrived, your faith began to shatter. Most souls forfeit eternal peace, not because they openly despise the Creator, but because they delay true repentance, expecting God to serve their comfort, rather than bowing their knees to His absolute sovereignty.

You expected a paradise.

On earth, forgetting that the disciple is never greater than his master. If they called the master of the house Beelzebub, what will they say about those of his household? If they crucified the spotless son of the living God, why do you imagine your obedience will buy you a VIP pass through this fallen wicked generation? I speak to you tonight not as a theoretician, nor as someone reading clever paragraphs from a comfortable study. I speak to you as a shepherd who bears in his very flesh the reality.

Of the altar.

On the 15th of April, 2024, at Christ the Good Shepherd Church in Wakely, Sydney, I was standing before the Holy Sanctuary, offering the Holy Liturgy, raising my hands to the Lord of Glory. A young man, deceived by the Prince of Darkness, ran forward with a blade in his hand. When the blade struck my eye and my blood poured upon the marble altar, the world expected rage. The media expected cries for vengeance. The human flesh cries out to defend itself, to strike back, to curse the one who harms you. But the Holy Spirit filled that sanctuary with a supernatural peace that silenced every demon. In that agony, as the darkness fell over my vision and the warm blood soaked through my vestments, Christ whispered in my spirit,

forgive him, for he knows.

Not what he does. I placed my bleeding.

Hand upon the young man and I prayed, may the Lord Jesus Christ forgive you, my son.

Where does such peace come from.

When everything is falling apart? It comes from understanding that the altar is never a place of earthly preservation. The altar is a place of sacrifice. When you gave your life to Jesus, you laid yourself upon that very same altar. The word of the Lord tells us in the Holy Gospel of St. Matthew, in the 10th chapter, the 38th verse, And he who does not take his cross and follow after me is not worthy of me. In the ancient Aramaic language, the language spoken by our Lord Yeshua himself, the word for cross is zakipa. It does not mean a piece of golden jewelry worn around the neck.

To impress people.

Zakipa comes from a root that means to stand erect, to be lifted up, fixed upon a post of execution. When Yeshua says, take your cross, he is telling you in Aramaic, take up your execution stake. Be willing to stand upright in the truth, even while the world hammers steel through your hands and your feet. Say this with me out loud wherever you are sitting right now. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner. Say it with your breath. Let the walls of your room hear the confession of your tongue. Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me, a sinner. Now, my beloved child, listen to me with extreme vigilance. I want to reveal to you three weighty mysteries of spiritual warfare that will explain why

your life appeared to unravel the very moment you resolved to walk in total obedience to God. The first deep revelation is this. Your obedience placed an immediate spiritual target upon your back. You must understand the law of the spiritual spiritual world. Satan does not waste ammunition on dead corpses.

The devil does not send his fierce principalities to harass a man who is already walking hand in hand with hell toward the eternal abyss. When you were living in compromise, when you were entertaining secret sins, when your prayers were merely repetitive words recited without a shred of repentance, you posed no danger to the dark kingdom. The enemy left you alone. He gave you a false peace. He let your business flourish. He let your flesh feel satisfied. He made sure you were comfortable because an anesthetized soul never wakes up to realize it is heading into outer darkness.

But the hour you fell on your knees and said, Lord, no more. The hour you walked away from the impure relationship. The hour you stopped gossiping. The hour you destroyed the idols in your private life and determined to live holy. Your yes resounded through the spiritual atmosphere. It shook the gates of hell. Look at the scriptures. Satan did not bother the carpenter, but the moment Yeshua walked down into the waters of the Jordan, the moment St. John the Baptist baptized him, the heavens were opened, the Holy Spirit descended like a dove, and the voice of the Father thundered, This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.

What happened next? Did the angels carry him on silk pillows into a palace? No. Saint Mark tells us, Immediately the spirit drove him into the wilderness. The dove and the desert occurred in the very same hour. The father spoke his approval and immediately the prince of demons came to tempt him for 40 days and 40 nights.

Look at Moses.

Moses spent 40 years herding sheep in Midian in absolute tranquility. Pharaoh never sent an army into the desert of Midian to find him. But the moment Moses answered the burning bush, the moment he walked into the court of Pharaoh and proclaimed, Thus says the Lord God of Israel, Let my people go.

Did Pharaoh smile and surrender? No.

Pharaoh doubled the burdens. He took away the straw and demanded the same quota of bricks. The elders of Israel turned against Moses and cursed him, saying, You have made us an abomination in the sight of Pharaoh. Moses obeyed God, and the immediate result was that the lives of the people became ten times more miserable. Remember the Apostle St.

Paul on the island of Malta in the book of Acts. He survived the catastrophic shipwreck. He gathered a bundle of sticks to put on the fire to warm the freezing souls around him. But what happened the moment the wood touched the heat? A deadly viper, driven out by the temperature, sprang forth and latched onto his hand. The viper was lying dormant in the cold wood the entire time. It caused no trouble until the fire was kindled. Some of you are sitting in your bedrooms tonight crying because suddenly your family has turned against you, your closest friends are slandering you, financial disasters have struck out of nowhere, and unclean thoughts are assaulting your mind with terrifying violence. You say, Bishop,

I gave my life to Jesus, so why are these snakes biting me? My beloved child, your spiritual fire brought them out. The serpent did not care about you while you were cold wood, but the moment the Holy Spirit lit you ablaze the darkness could no longer remain hidden in your presence i see this constantly in our pastoral work in western sydney Broken young men come to Christ the Good Shepherd Church late at night, eyes sunken, souls crushed by drugs, by the violent gangs of the western suburbs, by pornography that has rotted their minds. They fall before the altar, they weep, they make a holy confession, they receive the holy mysteries, and three days later they come to my office trembling, weeping, Sayedna, my own mother kicked

me out of the house, my old friends are threatening my life. My anxiety has intensified so fiercely that I cannot breathe. Did Christ reject me? I look into their eyes and say, My son, rejoice. For the first time in your entire life, the devil is terrified of who you are becoming in Jesus. If Satan is throwing his heaviest artillery at you, it is because he has looked at your destiny and realized that if you survive this season, you are going to plunder his kingdom and set thousands of captives free. The attack on your beginning is the enemy's terror of your ending. The second deep revelation is this.

The trial reveals what the spotlight would have eternally destroyed. God permits your life to fall apart because he loves your soul too deeply to allow you to build an empire upon an unmortified ego. We live in a catastrophic generation of instant celebrity. People want influence without crucifixion. They want the anointing without the crushing. They want to be seen on platforms, preaching, singing, teaching, having thousands of followers applaud them, while within their hearts, pride, lust, and the love of human validation remain completely untouched by the cross.

If God gives you the fullness of your calling before your flesh is put to death, your calling will become your damnation. Look at King Saul in the old witness. Saul was tall. He was breathtaking in appearance. He stood head and shoulders above all the people of Israel. He was anointed by the prophet Samuel. But Saul was promoted before he was processed. He was placed on the throne before his secret character had ever been tested in a furnace of affliction. And what happened to him? The moment the pressure mounted, Saul collapsed into rebellion. When the Philistines gathered and Samuel delayed his arrival, Saul became panicked and took upon himself the priestly office, offering unlawful sacrifices. When

the prophet rebuked him, Saul blamed the people. When the women of Israel sang that David had killed his tens of thousands and Saul his thousands, envy entered his bones like a cancer, driving him into demonic madness, consulting mediums in the dark of night, and finally falling upon his own sword on Mount Gilboa.

The crown did not corrupt Saul.

The crown merely revealed that inside his soul there was nothing of God, only the inflated vanity of man. God loves you too much to make you a Saul. The word of God says in the 8th chapter of Deuteronomy, the second verse, And you shall remember that the Lord your God led you all the way these forty years in the wilderness, to humble you and test you, to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep his commandments or not. Tell me, does the omniscient creator of heaven and earth, who counts the very hairs of your head, need to test you so that he can learn what is inside you? Of course not. He knows the end from the beginning. He knows the thoughts of your mind before they are formed upon your tongue. God

does not test you to inform himself. God tests you to inform you. When everything is comfortable, when your life is sailing smoothly, you believe you are a holy person. You believe you are patient. You believe you are forgiving. You believe you possess great faith. But let God remove your earthly crutches.

Let him allow your finances to dry up.

Let him allow a brother in the church to misunderstand you, falsely accuse you, and betray your trust. Suddenly, rage rises from your belly, bitterness poisons your mouth, panic chokes your prayers. In that agonizing moment, you fall on your face and realize,' Oh God, I thought I was humble, but I am filled with pride.' I thought I loved you, but I only loved the blessings you were giving me.

St.

Peter writes in his first epistle, the first chapter, the seventh verse, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

Consider how gold is refined, my child.

The goldsmith does not take the raw ore and display it in a glass case. He throws it into a crucible and he turns the furnace to extreme temperatures.

Why?

Because raw gold is filled with impurities, with dross, with foreign metals that make it brittle and weak. When the fire burns, the dross melts and floats to the surface. It looks ugly. It looks like black scum. It appears as though the gold is being ruined. But the goldsmith sits beside the furnace, never taking his eyes off the crucible.

He carefully skims off the dross, layer.

By layer, until the liquid metal becomes so pure that the goldsmith can look down into the crucible and see his own face perfectly reflected in the gold. This is what Yeshua is doing to you right now. You obeyed him and he threw you into the crucible. He is skimming off your self-reliance. He is skimming off your need for human applause. He is burning away your lukewarm, comfortable religion until the only thing left within you is the pure, untainted reflection of the crucified Christ. Do not curse the furnace, my child. Kiss the hand of the goldsmith who sits watching the flame. He will never allow the heat to exceed what your spirit can bear by his grace. The third deep revelation of this holy mystery is this. God

is conducting a divine amputation to sever you from what cannot enter your next season. When you belong to the world, you carry an immense amount of dead weight. You carry toxic friendships, sinful habits, worldly mindsets, and emotional attachments that are fundamentally incompatible with the holiness of God.

But because your flesh is.

Blinded by familiarity, you would never have the spiritual courage to cut those things off yourself. If God simply asked you to leave them, you would negotiate. You would make excuses. You would say, Lord, let me keep this one compromise. Let me keep this ungodly association. Let me keep this foot in the world while I hold your hand. Therefore, in his fierce and terrible mercy, God allows circumstances to become so painful, so intolerable that you have no choice but to let go.

Look at our.

Father Abraham in the 12th chapter of Genesis. What was the very first command God ever spoke to him? Get out of your country, from your family, and from your father's house to a land that I will show you. Before God showed Abraham the promised land, before he made his descendants as numerous as the stars of heaven, before he gave him Isaac, God commanded separation. Abraham had to leave the idols of Ur of the Chaldeans. He had to be torn away from the comfortable traditions of his ancestral home. Divine destiny always begins with a painful subtraction that feels to your human emotions like an unbearable rejection.

Consider the holy prophet Elijah. In the 17th chapter of the first book of Kings, Elijah stands before the wicked king Ahab and boldly declares that there will be neither dew nor rain for years except at his word. God then commands Elijah to hide by the brook Cherith. The ravens bring him bread and meat in the morning and evening and he drinks from the cool waters of the brook.

That was a miraculous, comfortable provision. Elijah obeyed God and God gave him a brook. But what happened next? The scripture records, and it came to pass after a while that the brook dried up because there had been no rain in the land. Imagine the thoughts that could have entered Elijah's mind. Lord, I am your prophet. I spoke your words at the risk of my life. I obeyed you completely. Why did you let the water stop flowing?

Why are the stones cracking beneath my feet? Listen to me carefully. The drying up of the brook was not a sign of God's displeasure.

It was God's eviction notice.

If the brook had kept flowing, Elijah would have lived out the rest of his days sitting under the shade of the trees at Cherith, comfortable, fed, and completely hidden from the destiny God had prepared for him. God dried up the brook so that Elijah would have to stand up, pack his mantle, and walk to Zarephath, where a starving widow and her dying son were waiting for a resurrection miracle.

Some of you are weeping beside a dried up brook tonight. You are crying over a job that was suddenly terminated, a relationship that abruptly dissolved, a door that slammed violently in your face, after you prayed for weeks. You are saying, why did God allow this? Because if that brook had remained full, you would have settled for a sip of water when God wants to take you to a place of eternal overflow. The brook did not dry up because God forgot you. It dried up because your season there has expired. Our Lord Yeshua said in the 15th chapter of St. John, the second verse, Every branch in me that does not bear fruit, he takes away, and every branch that bears fruit, he prunes, that it may bear

more fruit. Read those words again with spiritual eyes. Who gets pruned? Not the dead branches. The dead branches are cut down and cast into the fire to be burned. It is the fruitful branch that feels the cold, sharp edge of the vinedresser's shears. Pruning is not a punishment for failure. Pruning is a reward for faithfulness. When the vine dresser approaches a healthy vine, he cuts away the leafy shoots, the parts that look beautiful to the untrained eye, because he knows that those green shoots are consuming the sap that ought to be producing heavy, rich clusters of grapes.

The branch bleeds when it is cut. It looks stripped, barren, and disfigured. An ignorant passerby would look at the vineyard in the dead of winter and say, The gardener has destroyed his vines. But wait until the spring arrives. Wait until the summer sun shines. That pruned, bleeding branch will produce fruit three times greater than the overgrown, wild vines that were left untouched.

You feel stripped tonight.

You feel as though your reputation, your finances, your emotional strength, and your worldly joys have been sliced away by an invisible blade. You look at lukewarm Christians who live in blatant sin, partying on Friday night and raising their hands in emotional songs on Sunday morning, and you say, why is their life so peaceful while my life is falling apart?

Do not envy the wild vines, my child. The vine dresser does not prune weeds. He only prunes what belongs to him, what he intends to present as an offering of righteousness to the Eternal Father. When you kneel by your bed tonight in the quiet of the night, when the demonic spirits whisper into your ears that God has abandoned you, that your obedience was in vain, that you should just throw your hands up, return to your old life and blend in with this perishing world, you must stand your ground. You must wage spiritual warfare right there on your bedroom floor.

This is not the time for timid, polite prayers.

This is the time to raise the shield of faith and wield the sword.

Of the Holy Spirit.

You must rise in the fourth watch of the night between three and four in the morning when the world is silent and the spiritual atmosphere is thin. Kneel down, face the east, make the sign of the cross over your chest with deep, deliberate reverence, and take your refuge in the ancient prayer our Lord himself taught us. Pray from the depth of your soul. Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Amen.

Speak the holy.

Name of Yeshua Meshicha over your bedroom, over your family, over your broken mind. Tell the devil, you struck my body, but you cannot touch my soul. You dried up my brook, but my God is my eternal fountain. You took away my earthly comforts, but you cannot take away the blood of the Lamb that covers my life. Stop looking for the living among the dead. The altar was never meant to be comfortable. The cross was never meant to be soft.

But through that cross, through the blood, through the crushing of the olives in the Gethsemane of your life, the pure oil of the Holy Spirit is being prepared within you. Cling to the Lord Jesus Christ with every fiber of your being. Stand firm, do not compromise, and watch the salvation of our God swallow every trial in the glorious victory of the resurrection. Maranatha, our Lord, come. Look at me, my beloved. Look closely at your shepherd. Do you think God brought you out of the darkness of this world just to abandon you in the desert? Do you think the king of kings who shed his precious blood on the wood of Golgotha made a.

Mistake when he called your name? Never. Never. A thousand times, never.

The mind of man looks at a season of loss and cries out, Lord, why have you cursed me? But heaven looks down upon that very same desert and says, Now, finally, my child is being prepared. The modern world has sold you a lie. The hirelings and the false teachers have filled the pulpits with cheap poison, telling you that if you give your life to Christ, tomorrow you will have money pouring out of your pockets. Your body will never ache and the world will applaud you. What kind of gospel is that? It is a gospel straight from the pit of hell. Did they applaud John the Baptist when he spoke the truth to Herod?

They cut his head off. Did they give medals of honor to the holy apostles?

They flayed them, they stoned them, they crucified Peter upside down, and they threw Paul into the Mamertine dungeon to rot in chains. God does not create mushrooms overnight. You want fast success? Satan can give you that. The devil is more than happy to elevate you overnight so that your pride inflates like a balloon, and then, with one small needle of temptation, he bursts you, and your fall is catastrophic.

But our God, the ancient God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, grows mighty cedar trees. He grows deep oak trees and an oak tree does not shoot up in seven days. An oak tree spends years underground in the pitch black dirt, fighting through the rocks, sending its roots down into the secret places of the earth so that when the howling hurricanes come, it will not even bend. You are in the dirt right now. You obeyed God. You cut off that ungodly relationship. You stopped taking under the table bribes at your workplace. You opened your Bible in your house.

You shut off the filthy television programs. You repented with hot tears. And what happened? Your spouse walked out. Your bank account dried up, your friends mocked you and stopped inviting you to their gatherings. Sickness struck your home, and Satan came crawling into your thoughts, whispering, See, what did your Jesus do for you? He ruined your life. Let me give you the next revelation, my beloved. Write this on the tablet of your soul. The crushing is not God rejecting your calling. The crushing is God extracting the poison of self-reliance from your spirit. When an olive hangs from the branch of an olive tree in the holy hills of Jerusalem, it looks beautiful. It is smooth, it is green, it is pleasant to the eye. But as

long as it stays on that branch, looking proud and whole, it cannot light the lamp in the temple of God. It cannot heal the wounds of a broken traveler. To become holy anointing oil, to become medicine, to become light in the sanctuary, that olive must be plucked from its high place. It must be cast into the stone press.

A massive heavy stone must roll over it. It must be smashed, torn, crushed and squeezed until every drop of its inner substance bleeds out into the dark channel. You cried out to the Lord, use me for your glory. Do you know what you asked for? You ask for the stone press. You ask God to make you holy.

But holiness cannot dwell alongside your arrogance. Holiness cannot coexist with your hidden love for the praise of men. So the Lord, in his terrible, jealous, infinite mercy, took you off the branch. He threw you into the press. He allowed the circumstances of your life to grind you until you could no longer say, look at what I built, look at my talent, look at my wisdom. Now, when you pray, you do not pray like a Pharisee boasting of his deeds. You pray like the publican beating your chest in the dust, crying, Lord Jesus Christ, son of the living God, have mercy on me, a sinner. When God's until arrives, he does not move with hesitation. He moves suddenly. The word says in 1 Peter 5, verse 10,

After you have suffered a while, the God of all grace, who called us to his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, will himself perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.

A while, not forever, a while.

Do not dare measure God's faithfulness by the length of your season in the dark. Habakkuk cried out from the watchtower, and the Lord answered him, For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end.

It will speak, and it will not lie.

Though it tarries, wait for it, because it will surely come, it will not tarry. And now, my beloved, I must deliver to you the most solemn, earth-shaking warning that God has placed upon my tongue for this generation. Pay attention, open your ears, for the times are short, and the deception in the world is fierce.

Let us pray.

The delayed climax of your trial, the ultimate reason everything fell apart when you chose to obey Christ, is this. God is executing a holy separation between the true disciples of the Lamb and the lukewarm hypocrites of the end times. We are living in the days foretold by our holy fathers. The world is ripening for judgment. Apostasy has flooded the sanctuaries.

Men call evil good and good evil. They celebrate perversion in the streets. They mock the commandments of God. And they want a form of godliness while denying the power thereof. They want a Christ without the cross. They want a Savior who demands nothing, who rebukes nothing, and who allows them to sleep peacefully in their sins while marching straight toward eternal damnation. When you took your stand for righteousness, you became a living rebuke to the darkness around you.

The moment you decided to live a holy life, you exposed the false peace of the compromise that surrounded you. that is why your friends turned on you that is why your own family members look at you with cold eyes and sneer why are you acting so wholly why are you so extreme it is not them fighting you it is the spirit of this present darkness that hates the light within you you must understand the severity of this hour If your faith cannot survive an empty bank account, if your faith collapses because your feelings are hurt, if your devotion to Jesus Christ dissolves because you lost your worldly prestige, how will you stand when the beast system demands your total worship? How will you stand when the

name of Christ is outlawed? The trial you are walking through right now is God's military training for the final battle. He is stripping away your reliance on human praise, on material safety and on fleshly comfort so that you will have nothing left to trust except the living word of the God of Israel. If you love your father or your mother more than Christ, you are not worthy of him.

If you love your reputation more than Christ, you are not worthy of him. If you want to keep your life, you will lose it. But if you lose your life for his sake and the gospel, you will preserve it unto eternal life.

Stop playing church. Stop dabbling with the world.

You cannot have one foot in the nightclub and one foot in the sanctuary of God. You cannot look at filth on your phone at midnight and expect the Holy Spirit to clothe you with fire at noon.

Repent. Cast away the idols.

The furnace of affliction has come to burn away your dross so that only the pure, holy fire of the Holy Spirit remains within you. I tell you the absolute providential truth. You did not turn on this message by accident. You did not stumble upon my voice by some blind algorithm of human machinery. No, the sovereign God of heaven, who numbered every hair upon your head, ordained this exact second.

This exact hour, this exact.

Date from before the foundation of the world to pull your soul out of the snare of the fowler. You were on the verge of throwing it all away. You were about to surrender to despair. You said in your heart, what is the point of being holy? The wicked prosper, the corrupt get ahead. And here I am crying into my pillow every night, broken and abandoned. Hear the word of the Lord through my unworthy mouth. The snare of the devil is broken and your soul is set free.

I take the authority.

Given by the Lord Jesus Christ to his holy church, and I rebuke every lying accusation of the enemy speaking.

Over your life right now.

You foul spirit of infirmity, you spirit of depression, you demon of suicide and confusion that has been whispering into the mind of this child of God, I bind you in the name of Yeshua Meshicha. I silence you by the authority of the blood shed on Golgotha. You have no legal right over this home. You have no claim over this mind. The blood of the Lamb is painted upon the doorposts of this life. The cross of Christ stands as an impenetrable wall between this soul and your demonic filth. Every generational curse that followed your family from your ancestors, every spoken hex, every demonic covenant made in ignorance by your parents or grandparents, I sever it right now by the sword of the Holy Spirit. Christ became

a curse for us upon the tree so that the blessing of Abraham might come upon us in Jesus Christ. You are not cursed. You are covered. You are not abandoned. You are being refined. The devil is a liar from the beginning, and today his kingdom over your life is shattered under the feet of the risen King of glory.

I want you to do something with me right now. This is not a time to be passive. Put away every distraction. Place your right hand over your heart right now. Lift your other hand to the Lord wherever you are sitting in the quiet of this room. Feel the beating of your heart and know that breath is a gift from God. As long as you have breath in your lungs, God is not finished with your story.

Let us pray.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, King of glory, Savior of our souls, look down with your holy, merciful eyes upon your servant, upon your handmaid, standing in the presence of your majesty. Lord, you see the broken pieces of their life. You see the tears shed in secret. You see the deep burning ache of feeling abandoned after stepping out in obedience to your holy commands. We bring everything to the foot of your cross. We lay down the confusion. We lay down the bitterness. We lay down the offense. Lord, right now, by the power of your Holy Spirit, give them the grace to forgive those who betrayed them. Give them the strength to forgive the cupbearers who forgot.

Them in the dungeon.

We release all malice, all resentment, and we place our enemies into your hands, for vengeance belongs to you alone. I plead the holy, divine, incorruptible blood of Jesus Christ over this person from the top of their head to the soles of their feet. Let that precious blood wash away every night terror. Let that blood break every chain of addiction that has held them in bondage. Let the light of your countenance shatter the thick clouds of sorrow and despair. Strengthen their weak knees. Lift up their drooping hands.

Seal their mind with the peace of God which surpasses all human understanding. Let them know, deep within the marrow of their bones, that you are in the boat with them. that the storm will not drown them, and that when you speak the word, the winds and the waves must fall flat in silent adoration before your feet. We thank you, Lord Jesus, for you are our life, our resurrection, our victory, and our eternal reward. Now, my beloved, do not leave this holy moment without planting your faith. Type the names of your children, your spouse, or your loved ones in the comments right now so we can lay them before the altar and cover them under the blood of Jesus.

Write their names. Do not be ashamed. Bring your prodigal sons. Bring your lost daughters. Bring your sick relatives. Bring your broken marriages before the presence of the Lord. When the church prays together, the foundations of the prison shake and the iron gates swing open. We will hold those names before the Lord in the Holy Liturgy, praying that the hand of God touches every single life written upon this digital altar. And now, receive the sacerdotal apostolic blessing of the Ancient Church of the East. May the Lord bless you and keep you. May the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May the Lord lift up the light of his countenance upon you and give you his peace now and unto the

ages of ages. Let the peace of Christ reign in your house tonight. Let every spirit of fear flee from your walls. Place your head upon your pillow with tears of gratitude, not of sorrow. Sleep in peace tonight. The King of Kings watches your door. My beloved, I love you, and Jesus Christ loves you infinitely more.

Amen and amen.

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