The Painful Reason Chosen People Leave Church (It’s Biblical) - Billy Graham

My dear friends, there is a shaking in the church, a trembling, a groaning in the spirit that cannot be explained with earthly language. God is calling out his chosen ones not to leave his presence, but to rise above the chaos in his house. And some of you, yes, some of you sitting in the pews with a heavy heart and a quiet cry have heard the whisper.

You didn't leave because you lost faith. You left because you still have it. You didn't turn your back on God.

No, child of God. You turned your back on manipulation, on compromise, on a gospel that no longer resembles the one Jesus died for. The world looks at you and says, "You've backsliden.

" But heaven looks at you and says, "I've called you out. " You see, not everyone who walks away from the building, walks away from the kingdom. Not everyone who leaves the crowd has left the Christ.

God is purifying his remnant. He is stirring his elect. He is calling out his chosen ones, not to abandon the faith, but to defend it.

There was a time when the church was a refuge, a place of healing, a sacred ground where the presence of God rested. But what do you do when that place becomes polluted? What do you do when the sanctuary becomes a stage?

When the pulpit becomes a platform for pride and the altar becomes an AT? You cry out. You weep.

And then if you're one of the chosen, you walk away. Not in rebellion. No, never in rebellion.

But in obedience. You walk away with trembling hands and a burning heart. Because the fire in your bones can no longer be contained by cold religion.

Because the oil on your life cannot mix with counterfeit anointing. Because the voice of the shepherd has called you to higher ground. The chosen ones are leaving not to escape accountability but to pursue authenticity.

Not to reject correction but to seek consecration. They are tired of being fed cotton candy sermons when their souls are starving for truth. Tired of being told to sit down, be quiet, and blend in when the spirit inside them is roaring like a lion.

You see, the chosen ones don't fit in. They can't. They never have.

They walk into churches and feel like strangers because their spirit discerns what others ignore. Their eyes see what others refuse to confront. And when the house of God becomes a marketplace of egos and agendas, they weep not out of judgment, but out of agony.

And some of you know exactly what I'm talking about. You used to shout, "Amen. " You used to raise your hands.

You used to run to the altar, but now you sit in the back with tears in your eyes because something has shifted. You haven't changed. You've grown.

You haven't become cold. You've become awakened. The Bible says in Corinthians 6:17, "Come out from among them, and be ye separate, sayaeth the Lord.

" There comes a time when God separates his chosen ones, not to isolate them, but to prepare them, not to punish them, but to position them. Oh, how many are walking away not because they're lost, but because they've been found. How many are leaving not because they're bitter, but because they're broken?

Not because they've given up, but because they've grown up. God is calling the Daniels out of Babylon. He is calling the Elijah out of the caves.

He is calling the Paul's out of religion. And it hurts. My God, it hurts because the place that once fed you now rejects you.

The people who once walked with you now slander you. The church that once confirmed your calling now questions your character. But I tell you this, when God marks you, man cannot unmark you.

When God calls you out, no pastor can keep you in. When God anoints you, no denomination can discredit you. When God sets you apart, there's no system, no structure, no tradition that can contain what's inside of you.

Do not mourn what God has called you to walk away from. Do not grieve the shaking. For the shaking is necessary.

The pruning is painful, yes, but it is preparation. Because God is not raising up churchgoers. He is raising up warriors.

He is raising up watchmen. He is raising up prophets who will cry aloud and spare not. The chosen ones are not rebellious.

They are remnant. They are the ones who weep between the porch and the altar. They are the ones who cry for holiness.

They are the ones who fast in secret and war in the spirit when the world is asleep. They are the ones who can no longer pretend that everything is fine. They are the ones who can no longer laugh at what grieavves the Holy Ghost.

They are the ones who say, "I'd rather be alone with God than surrounded by man and void of power. " And if that is you, then take heart because you are not alone. You are not crazy.

You are not rebellious. You are not confused. You are not backsliden.

You are chosen. You are being consecrated for something greater. You are being hidden for a holy purpose.

Don't you know that God often calls his chosen ones into the wilderness before he releases them into destiny? Don't you know that David was anointed in secret before he ever ruled in public? Don't you know that Moses had to leave the palace before he could set the people free?

Don't you know that Jesus himself was driven into the desert before he walked into ministry? Oh, the wilderness is not punishment. It's preparation.

The silence is not abandonment, it's sanctification. The rejection is not man's opinion, it's heaven's redirection. You see, the modern church has traded power for popularity.

It has exchanged fire for fog machines. It has replaced holiness with hype. But God is not looking for the biggest crowd.

He is looking for the purest heart. And the chosen ones know it. That's why they leave.

Not with joy, but with tears. Not in arrogance, but in anguish. Because they've seen what others haven't.

They've heard what others ignore. They carry a burden that words cannot describe. A weight of glory, a call to awaken the sleeping, a fire that refuses to be quenched.

God is not done with his church, but he is doing a new thing. He is raising up voices from the wilderness. He is calling forth intercessors, watchmen and warriors who don't need a pulpit to preach, who don't need a title to serve, who don't need a platform to be powerful.

So if you've left the church building, but you haven't left the presence of God, be encouraged because God sees you. He knows your name. He's the one who called you out and he's the one who will send you back stronger, purer, bolder because you're not running away.

You're being sent ahead. You're a pioneer, a forerunner, a voice crying out in the wilderness, "Prepare ye the way of the Lord. " You've been misunderstood, misqued, and misjudged.

But heaven knows your heart. Heaven sees your tears. Heaven hears your prayers.

You who are listening, you who are burdened with the ache of departure, let me speak into the deep place of your soul. Your leaving was not your fall, it was your rising. When the temple is no longer sacred, when the incense is offered with impure hands, when the word is diluted for applause, the spirit will stir the hearts of the chosen.

It is not rebellion to leave what God himself has departed from. It is not defiance to walk away when Kabad is written over the door. There are many who sit in churches every Sunday, but their hearts are miles from the master.

And there are others who have walked away from the building, but they are kneeling before the throne every day. I say to you, God knows the difference. There is a reason Jesus flipped the tables.

There is a reason he called the religious elite whitewashed tombs. There is a reason he did not entrust himself to the crowd. And if he walked into some of the churches today, he would not be welcomed.

And so God raises up those who cannot be bought. He raises up men and women who tremble at his word more than at the traditions of men. He anoints those who would rather be faithful than famous.

And when the church becomes a corporation, God anoints the wilderness. Oh yes, the wilderness. The place where no light shine, where no choir sings, where there are no pews or stained glass, but where God walks among his chosen and whispers the secrets of heaven.

Don't despise the wilderness. That's where prophets are made. That's where truth is carved into your spirit.

That's where idols are shattered and true worship is born. Some left because they were tired of the performance, tired of pretending everything was okay while spiritual death crept through the congregation. Tired of being entertained but never empowered.

Tired of being seen but never shepherded. And when they spoke up, they were labeled troublemakers. When they cried out for truth, they were told they were too intense.

When they wept for righteousness, they were called judgmental. But God, yes, God was watching. God was listening.

God was preparing a place for them beyond the crowd. I speak to every wounded soul that has walked out of the church doors with tears in your eyes and fire in your heart. You are not a misfit.

You are a forerunner. You are not lost. You are being led.

You are not forsaken. You are being formed. The hammer that tried to break you was the very tool God used to shape you.

The rejection that tried to silence you became the confirmation that you were never meant to fit in. And now God is refining you in secret so he can release you in power. Do you remember Jeremiah?

He was a prophet of weeping. A man who was called before he was born, set apart in his mother's womb, yet ridiculed by the very people he was sent to. He cried out, "Your word is like fire shut up in my bones.

" That is what the chosen ones carry. That is why they cannot sit in silence. That is why they cannot tolerate compromise.

The fire won't let them. The modern church is building towers, but the chosen are digging wells. The crowd chases influence, but the remnant seeks intimacy.

The masses want relevance, but the chosen ones long for reverence. And I tell you, God will not anoint what he did not command. He will not bless what he did not build.

That is why the chosen leave because their spirit bears witness that something is off. And when God whispers, "Come out, they obey even if it costs them everything. Even if their names are dragged through the mud.

Even if they are misunderstood by their closest friends. Because the voice of God is louder than public opinion. Because pleasing God is worth more than pleasing man.

Because the narrow road is the only road that leads to glory. I want you to hear this with every fiber of your being. Your calling is not dependent on a building.

Your anointing does not expire because you no longer sit in a pew. The Holy Ghost is not confined to stained glass or church schedules. God walked with Adam in the garden.

He spoke to Moses from a burning bush. He met Elijah in a cave and he will meet you where you are. So if you feel like you're wandering, lift up your eyes.

You are not lost. You are being led to a deeper place. If you feel abandoned by the crowd, know this.

God always does his greatest work in the hidden places. When no one sees you, heaven sees you. When no one hears you, heaven records every groan, every whisper, every cry.

The days are coming when the true church will rise. Not the church of performance, not the church of popularity, but the church of purity. The church without compromise, the church that fears God more than man.

And the ones who have been in the wilderness, the ones who were rejected, the ones who were called out, they will lead it. They are being prepared in silence, anointed in secret, and set apart for a holy work. And their authority will not come from titles.

It will come from tears. Their messages will not be rehearsed. They will be born in the fire.

Their influence will not be bought. They will be trusted by heaven. You thought your leaving was an end, but God says it was a beginning.

You thought your silence was defeat, but God says it is consecration. You thought the wilderness was punishment, but God says it is your altar. The spirit of religion will always crucify the spirit of truth.

It happened to Jesus. It happened to the apostles. It is happening now.

But take heart. Truth always resurrects. Fire always falls on sacrifice.

And glory always follows obedience. So stand tall, chosen one. You are not wrong for leaving what no longer carries the presence of God.

You are not wrong for seeking what is holy, what is pure, what is real. You are not wrong for weeping over the state of the church. You are not wrong for refusing to play along with dead religion.

You are called. You are chosen. You are set apart.

And there is a trumpet being prepared in your soul. A sound that will shake the very gates of hell. A voice that cannot be silenced.

a fire that cannot be quenched. Your season in the shadows is not a sentence. It is a sanctuary.

God is doing a work in you that cannot be done in the crowd. He is pruning, purging, pouring into you so that when the day comes, you will not speak from flesh, but from fire. This is not the time to shrink back.

This is not the time to compromise for comfort. This is not the time to return to what God has called you out from. This is the time to go deeper, to burn hotter, to cry louder, to stand firmer.

Cuz the world doesn't need another church event. The world needs a holy encounter. The world doesn't need motivational speeches.

It needs prophetic thunder. The world doesn't need another celebrity pastor. It needs consecrated vessels.

Some of you have been asking yourselves, "Did I miss it, Lord? Did I walk away from my assignment? " But I'm here to declare by the authority of God's word, "No, you did not miss it.

You obeyed the whisper of the spirit when he told you to move. You followed when others stayed behind. And that obedience, though lonely, though painful, was your worship.

It was your incense. It was your offering to the most high. You see, there is a season in every chosen one's life where God tears down what man built so he can establish what he ordained.

It is the uprooting before the planting, the breaking before the blessing, the stripping before the sending. The reason you could no longer sit comfortably in that pew is because the spirit within you was groaning for something deeper. The songs were loud, but the substance was shallow.

The sermons were long, but the spirit was absent. And you sat there, eyes open, ears alert, heart burning, not because you were bitter, but because you were broken for the glory of God. You began to hunger, not for what was convenient, but but for what was consecrated.

You didn't leave because you were weak. You left because you were waking up. Waking up to the truth that not every building that bears the name of Christ bears his spirit.

Not every preacher that quotes the Bible is led by heaven. Not every gathering that sings praises carries the weight of God's presence. And God saw that hunger.

heaven leaned in when you cried out, "Lord, there must be more. " And he responded, "Not with applause, but with assignment. " He began to call you into deeper waters and deep calls unto deep, not shallow entertainment, not feel-good messages, but deep conviction, deep righteousness, deep truth.

There's a reason Jesus chose fishermen, tax collectors, and zealots instead of the polished Pharisees. There's a reason Paul encountered God outside the synagogue on a dusty road, knocked off his pride by the light of God's truth. And there is a reason you've been encountering God outside the system that once fed you.

The Lord is raising up a remnant that is not satisfied with being fed milk when they were born for meat. A people who don't care about stages, likes, or applause. They care about holiness.

They care about obedience. They care about fire from the altar, not fog from a machine. Don't you see?

The departure was divine. The rejection was redirection. The silence was sacred.

God is drawing you out not to punish you but to prepare you. He's separating you so that he can sanctify you. You're not outside of God's plan.

You are right in the middle of it. There is a shaking taking place in the church and what is not built on Christ will crumble. Titles will fall.

Platforms will be leveled. Ministries that were built for men will dissolve. But those who have built their lives on the unshakable rock, those who have walked away from man's house to live in God's presence, they will endure.

They will shine. There is a mighty call to purity ringing out in this hour. And it is the chosen ones, those misunderstood, those mistreated, those misjudged, who are hearing it most clearly because their ears have been tuned by tears.

Their hearts have been softened by suffering and their hands are clean because they've walked away from compromise. You have cried, "God, why did they not understand me? Why did they turn on me when I just wanted more of you?

" And the Lord answers, "Because I chose you to carry what they were unwilling to bear. I trusted you with a burden they ignored. I whispered to you when they turned up the volume of their religion.

I led you out so I could fill you up. The spirit of God is not looking for the talented, the polished, or the trendy. He is looking for the surrendered, for the ones who don't care about clout, who don't crave the spotlight, who don't bow to the opinions of man.

He's looking for hearts that burn and knees that bow. And you, chosen one, you are part of this divine rebellion. A rebellion against dead religion, a rebellion against comfortable Christianity, a rebellion against hollow praise and spiritless preaching.

You are part of the generation that refuses to settle for form without fire. You are the ones who would rather weep in the wilderness with God than feast in the palace without him. They thought your exit was your failure, but heaven saw it as your graduation.

They thought your silence was your surrender, but God saw it as your sanctification. They thought they cast you aside, but God was setting you apart. The Lord is breaking the mold of the modern church.

He is stirring the waters of revival. But it won't look like it used to. It won't be meat and predictable.

It won't be bound by bulletins and time slots. It will erupt from living rooms, from quiet places, from prayer closets. And the ones who left the church building in obedience will be the ones leading the revival in freedom.

God is doing a new thing, but it's really the old thing, the ancient path, the way of the prophets and apostles, the way of humility, of consecration, of dying to self and living for Christ. He is calling his remnant back to the cross. Not the padded version, not the sanitized symbol, but the bloodstained, spiritfilled, powergiving cross that crucifies the flesh and resurrects the soul.

You were not designed to merely attend a service. You were made to be the service. You were not made to sit in a pew forever.

You were called to carry the kingdom. And sometimes in order to carry the kingdom, you've got to leave the building. The fire you carry cannot be contained by man's agenda.

The oil on your life is not meant for religious repetition. It is for kingdom demonstration. Signs will follow those who believe, not those who belong to a club.

Power will rest on the obedient, not the popular. And God will dwell with those who host his presence, not those who host events. I'm here to declare your exit was your elevation.

Your wilderness is your womb. God is birthing something through you that the world cannot contain. You were sent out not to wander, but to war.

to war in prayer, to war in truth, to war for the souls of men and women who are tired of pretending and ready to encounter the real Jesus. That same Jesus who overturned tables. That same Jesus who walked past the temple to heal the blind man in the street.

That same Jesus who said, "My house shall be called a house of prayer, not a den of performance. " He is calling you chosen one to build an altar not a brand to preach repentance not popularity to declare freedom not formulas and you can't do that while sitting in a place God has departed from. Do not be afraid of your loneliness.

It is the place where God speaks most clearly. Do not mourn the absence of the crowd. He is drawing you close.

You are not disqualified. You are distinguished. You are not sidelined.

You are sanctified. And the fire on your life will not be quenched. Not by time, not by betrayal, not by rejection, not by misunderstanding.

For whom God calls, he also equips. Whom God appoints, he also anoints. And whom God sends, he never abandons.

God does not measure a man by the number of sermons he hears, but by the depth of his obedience. And the chosen ones, the true spirit-led, firebranded sons and daughters, do not chase noise. They pursue presence.

They don't look for crowds. They seek the cloud, the cloud of glory. The cloud that once rested in the temple, but is now moved.

And when the cloud moves, the chosen ones move, too. The church is not a building with a steeple. It is a body with a burden.

A body set apart, consecrated holy. And I tell you, the Lord is shifting his glory from the stage to the secret place, from the pulpit to the prayer room, from the choir loft to the inner chamber where hearts bleed truth and voices tremble under the weight of real anointing. This is why you couldn't stay where you were.

Not because you hated the people, not because you lost your faith, but because God was calling you higher. He was pulling you into the furnace where falsehood melts and gold is refined. He was pulling you into that holy place where everything is stripped away, reputation, routine, recognition until only Christ remains.

And oh, how many fear that place because it is not comfortable. It is not entertaining. It is not familiar.

But it is holy. It is where angels gather and demons flee. It is where men are broken and remade.

It is where oil flows and mantles fall. That's where you are being called. Let them talk.

Let them misunderstand. Let them question your decision to leave. You do not owe explanations to those who ignore the voice of God.

You are not following trends. You are following truth. You are not escaping responsibility.

You are embracing destiny. And when the fire falls, when the revival ignites, those same voices will look back and say, "Surely the Lord was with them. " You see, when you walk away from what is man-made, you walk toward what is God ordained.

And God never calls a person out unless he plans to send them in. Just like Abraham had to leave Ur before he could find Canaan. Just like Moses had to leave the palace before he could hear the burning bush.

Just like Jesus had to leave the crowd to pray on the mountain. Separation always precedes revelation. And some of you have been feeling like misfits, like outcasts, like wanderers.

But hear this now. You are not out of place. You are in position.

You are in the exact place God needs you to be for what he is about to pour out. He is silencing the world around you so you can hear the whisper within you. He is quieting the noise so you can catch the vision.

He is draining your strength so he can fill you with his power. And when that moment comes, and it will come, when the trumpet of your calling sounds loud and clear, you will not speak out of bitterness, but out of burden. You will not preach out of rebellion, but out of revelation.

You will not minister from wounds, but from worship. There's a generation rising that won't be moved by popularity, but by prophecy. They won't be satisfied with performance, but with presence.

They won't be impressed by charisma. They'll demand character. And they will be led by people like you, chosen ones, who have dared to leave the comfort of religion to carry the cost of the gospel.

You must understand this gospel was never meant to fit in. It was never meant to be polite. It was never meant to entertain.

It is a sword. It is a fire. It is a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces.

It offends before it redeems. It confronts before it crowns. That is why so many churches have neutered the message, stripped it of power, dressed it in modern language, and marketed it like a product.

But the chosen ones, they still tremble at the word. They still cry at the altar. They still believe in holiness.

They still long for revival. This is not the time to look back with regret. This is the time to look forward with fire.

The Lord is awakening his bride. Not the artificial church, but the bloodbought remnant who still walk by faith and not by sight. Who still believe in miracles.

Who still fast and pray. Who still carry a burden for souls. You didn't leave the church.

You left the cage. You left the show. You left the politics.

You left the pressure to please people who were never pleased by the spirit in the first place. You left the seats of comfort to kneel in the place of covenant. And God saw it all.

He saw the Sunday mornings when you wept because you knew something was wrong. He heard the midnight prayers when you asked him if you were going crazy. He felt the ache in your spirit when the sermon felt more like self-help than scripture.

And he said, "Come out. Come up. Come away with me.

" And now you are in the wilderness. But remember, wildernesses are not punishment. They are preparation.

It was in the wilderness that John cried out, "Prepare the way of the Lord. " It was in the wilderness that Jesus defeated the enemy with the word. It was in the wilderness that Israel learned to depend on God.

Your wilderness is not a waste. It's where you are being taught to discern the real from the counterfeit, the sacred from the show. It's where God is baptizing you not with water but with fire.

Not with words but with weight. The weight of glory. And when you come out, and you will come out, you will come out carrying something no man gave you.

You will come out with a sound that shakes the atmosphere. You will come out with eyes that see through deception. You will come out with hands that heal and a mouth that speaks heaven's language.

That is why the chosen ones leave, not to rebel, but to be rebuilt, not to forsake, but to be filled. Not to escape, but to be empowered. Let them say what they want.

Let the critics rise. Let the voices whisper behind your back. But don't you dare turn around.

Don't you dare go back to what God has delivered you from. Don't you dare trade the anointing for applause. You are not a church hopper.

You are not unstable. You are not a problem child. You are chosen.

You are marked. You are sealed. You are part of a holy movement of the spirit that cannot be stopped by tradition.

Cannot be silenced by men. Cannot be contained by system. And though you may walk alone for a season, heaven walks with you.

The angels surround you. The spirit lives in you and God's glory goes before you like a consuming fire. There is more.

There is a remnant gathering. There is a roar rising. There is a wind blowing.

Can you feel it? Can you hear it? It's the sound of dry bones rattling.

The sound of dead things coming to life. The sound of revival. Not the revival of lights and noise, but the revival of hearts torn open before the Lord.

You left the building, but you did not leave the body. You left the man-made altar, but you did not leave the mission. You left the routine, but you did not leave righteousness.

And now your life is becoming a temple where the glory dwells. And now you must be strong, chosen one, for when you leave what's familiar to follow what's holy, the enemy comes after you with lies, cloaked as concern, with deception, mask as counsel. He will whisper, "You've gone too far.

" When in truth, you've finally gone deep. He will say, "You're isolated. " When in fact, you've been insulated by the presence of the Almighty.

The enemy fears those who walk away from the form of godliness and dare to seek the fire. He fears those who no longer settle for noise, but crave the still small voice that raise prophets from ashes and nations from dust. You see, when God calls a man, he doesn't ask him to blend in.

He calls him to stand out. He doesn't ask him to soften the truth. He calls him to preach it with fire.

And sometimes to stand out, you must first walk out, out of compromise, out of convenience, out of religion, without revelation. Because if you stay where truth is strangled, you will suffocate, too. And I say this with all the fire of heaven in my soul.

God is raising up a generation that will not tolerate lukewarm living. They are done with padded messages, done with plastic smiles and powerless services. They hunger not for tradition but for transformation, not for popularity but purity.

Not for gatherings but glory. That hunger is what's pulling you into the unknown. That hunger is what made you restless on pews where no oil flowed.

That hunger is what made the sermon sound hollow. The worship feel rehearsed. The fellowship seemed forced because God was awakening something deep in you that no man can manufacture and no building can contain.

This is what the religious never understand. They think you're rebelling. They think you're wounded.

But you're not. You're awakening. And sometimes awakening looks like walking away.

Walking away from what no longer carries the weight of heaven. walking away from what quenches the spirit instead of hosting him. Don't apologize for it.

Don't explain away your obedience to please those who only understand bondage. Don't shrink your fire to comfort those who fear the flame. Don't reduce your calling to match the expectations of people who never heard what God whispered to you in the night.

The same God who called Abraham out of his father's house is calling you out of religious comfort zones. The same God who led Elijah to the brook is leading you to a place of hiddenness. Not to punish you, but to preserve you for a greater assignment.

And though the crowd may not follow, the cloud will lead. There are things God cannot show you in crowded places. There are mantles you cannot carry in polluted atmospheres.

There is revelation that will never come in shallow waters. And so he calls you out. Out where the waves are high and the comfort is low.

Out where your knees must bend and your spirit must depend on him alone. Yes, it's painful. Yes, it feels lonely.

But oh, it's divine. Because it's in that secret place, far from the spotlight, far from the applause, far from the systems of men, that you begin to hear the thunder of heaven. You begin to receive blueprints not made by man.

You begin to carry burdens not birthed by books, but by the burning heart of God. You are being retrained by the spirit himself. He is teaching you how to walk with conviction.

He is showing you how to discern between the holy and the hype. He is clothing you in garments not made of fabric but of fire and faith. He is removing every crutch so you lean on him alone.

And soon, mark this, soon the time will come when you will not just be one who left but one who was sent. Sent with a voice. sent with a word, sent with an unshakable authority that no title could ever give.

You will carry the weight of heaven because you allowed God to strip away the weight of man. And when you speak, chains will break. When you pray, walls will fall.

When you worship, glory will descend. Because you didn't chase a platform, you carried a cross. You didn't cling to comfort.

You embraced the cost. You didn't protect your image, you pursued the anointing. God is preparing vessels who are empty of ego and full of fire.

Vessels who don't care if their names are known as long as Jesus is revealed. Vessels who have no desire to entertain but every desire to cast out devils, heal the sick, raise the dead, and proclaim the kingdom with power. That's why he separated you.

That's why you felt like the black sheep. That's why you couldn't go along with what others accepted. Because what grieavves the spirit grieves you because what quenches the fire crushes your soul.

Because you were not made for religion. You were made for revival. You carry the DNA of prophets, not politicians.

You carry the burden of intercessors, not influencers. You carry the heartbeat of heaven, not the preferences of people. That's why it was never about attendance.

It was about alignment. It was never about tradition. It was about truth.

And I feel this strongly. The Lord is not calling his chosen to forsake the church, but to reform it. Not to criticize from a distance, but to cry out with holy fire.

Not to walk in pride, but to walk in purity and prophetic power. To be a voice, not an echo. to be a remnant that still believes in righteousness, that still weeps over sin, that still fasts and prays, that still believes that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

You left, yes, but not for comfort, not for ego, not for escape. You left to be realigned with heaven's agenda. You left because God was calling you into the deeper things, into the holy things, into the untouchable, unshakable, undeniable presence of the most high.

So I say to you, chosen one, lift your head, square your shoulders, strengthen your spirit. You are not wandering, you are walking in obedience. You are not lost, you are led.

And every step you take is divinely ordered because God is not done. He is only beginning. He is stirring the embers of awakening across the earth.

And he is using the ones who left the familiar to carry the flame. So now I speak to your spirit with the full authority of heaven and the urgency of eternity. Do not look back.

Do not long for the comfort of what was when God is calling you into the promise of what is to come. Do not return to the shadows when you've been touched by the light. Do not settle for dead religion when you've tasted the living fire of the Holy Ghost.

You were not called to fit in. You were called to ignite. You are the remnant.

You are the watchman on the wall. You are the voice crying in the wilderness. Prepare ye the way of the Lord.

You were never meant to be silent in a generation drowning in noise. You were never meant to be lukewarm in a world freezing in fear. You were never meant to hide in buildings while the streets cry out for deliverance.

You carry the glory of God, the authority of his word and the presence of the risen Christ. The time is now. Not tomorrow.

Not when it's more convenient. Not when people finally understand. Not when the church becomes what it should have been.

The time is now to walk boldly, to live righteously, to speak truth without trembling. Heaven is watching. Hell is trembling and the earth is groaning for the manifestation of the sons and daughters of God.

So I ask you, chosen one, will you rise? Will you answer the call that pulled you out of comfort? Will you carry the weight of the gospel in a world that only wants glitter?

Will you be faithful when no one claps? Will you burn when others grow cold? Will you walk with God even when it costs you everything?

Because the reward is not applause. It is his presence. The prize is not a platform.

It is his power. The crown is not from man. It is from the King of glory who waits to say, "Well done.

" Let your life shake hell. Let your obedience move heaven. Let your faith rewrite the story of generations after you.

You did not leave the church to escape. You left to awaken. You did not walk away to wander.

You walked into warfare. And God is with you, mighty warrior. He goes before you and he stands behind you.

You may have been misunderstood by men, but you've been anointed by God. So go with fire, with boldness, with tears in your eyes and steel in your spine. Go back into this world not as a spectator but as a soldier.

Go carrying revival, not routine. Go with the cry of heaven in your bones and the roar of the lion of Judah in your mouth because this generation needs what you carry.