This have I seen and am fearful.
I have seen men work with sweat on their brows.
They work almost everyday. Not a light labor, but a heavy labor.
Not a desk job, but a hands and knees job, like I said before with sweat on their brows.
They do this all day.
No time with their children or wives.
They give thanks to God in their misery.
So what about it is fearful?
They work yet they do not prosper.
They sweat yet they have no land of their own.
They spend so much yet the clothes they wear are not top model.
Their treasures are few and if they have any they tremble because
they fear the thieves.
What is so fearful about these things?
I see this under the sun.
Men who work with no sweat.
They give commands yet they do not work on their own.
They suffer not. Their houses are full of treasures and their lands rich.
They spend vacations to where they desire almost whenever they desire. They fear no thief for their confidence is in God, because he never departs from them, they give thanks.
I see this among the righteous.
The unrighteous give no thanks to God yet God has blessed some in both as the one who labor with hardship and some with no sweat on their brow, in hope that they repent before they perish. They are the rich who are blessed who are unbelievers and do not see what God has given them, may they see.
They do not see what they have is also to share, just as God gives to us so should we also give.
So I see this under the sun.
My people oppressed.
My people confused.
My people against one another.
My people forgetting the love of God.
My people perish for lack of knowledge.
It is a blessing to work without toil.
They are many who think that toil is the means of survival. They toil and they make others toil.
They suffer like disobedient slaves and make others suffer as such. They do not learn from their mistakes. They pray to be heard but do not hear. They refuse to submit to a king. They refuse to have someone above them. They are a hard people. They hate authority. They are hypocrites. Their wisdom is corrupt. Their years are but days, the curse has made them see aging faster, a disease indeed like that on the earth. They forget hierarchy,they forget patterns of nature of life, they forget God has ordered all things and through all things their no coincidence but all planned.
They do not seek for God, they seek for their desires. The wicked ask for a sign but the only sign that God has given them is three days and three nights. Yet they are some who do not believe even if they are told. This is what I fear. I fear that God does not reveal these things to all. He reveals it only to a chosen few. They may hear but they do not understand so it is with the wicked. They say we know but their hearts do not believe, so they do not know neither do they understand.
They are those who are wise in Christ these are the rich who labor without toil.
They are those who are fools in Christ those are the poor who labor with sweat on their brows.
Who am I but a dishonorable before God. He has made me wise yet has not given me power to be rich.He has hardened the hearts of the people, they do not hear me, they do not bless me. They bless with their mouths and say let God help him. I ask for wealth, God listens yet refuses to move his people to give me an offering. I ask in Jesus name, but only silence is heard, his people turn cold. How long till they hate me God? All of your children? They hate me you have afflicted me.
I suffer in agony. All for your name sake. Not the heathen nor the believer dare share their wealth with me. Should they be called brothers any more? How long shall I forgive them? They are unmoved. They see my faults yet have forgotten theirs. Purify them God. Let them see you. Just as you are in me, I am in you, and they in us. Open their eyes, this part of the body is suffering, help this dishonorable vessel and let him stand God. I alone trust in you. Cut them off that refuse to bless me, make them feel my pain. Let them suffer want, let their thirst not be quenched till they bless us. Let it be done so that your name be glorified. So that the wicked can be trampled. So that we can rest in you once again.
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