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I remembered the towering steeples, the vibrant stained glass that cast colors onto the worn pews. The church bells that once tolled in the mornings were silent now, their echoes a haunting memory of a time before devastation.
“Where were they?” I muttered; my voice swallowed by the wind. “Why didn’t they warn us?”
There was a hollowness in those questions. The churches were always quick to condemn, always pointing out the sins of others, yet they failed to see the rot within their own walls. Their message was one of fear and punishment, not love and forgiveness.
“Where is their testimony of Christ?” I questioned aloud, kicking at a piece of rubble. “Where are the witnesses to His authority over the earth?”
The answers were absent, lost in the whirlwind of destruction that had claimed our world. The churches had been looking for a saint when they needed a sinner, someone who understood human frailty and still chose to walk towards righteousness.
I remembered the people who had clung to their material possessions even as their world crumbled around them. They had loved their luxuries more than they loved their fellow man. They wouldn’t take up their cross, wouldn’t lay down their lives for another.
And now? Now it was too late.
I choked back tears as I trudged through the ruins. The dead lay scattered amongst the wreckage like discarded dolls. The living fared no better; looting and fighting had become the new normal in this hellish landscape.
“Lord,” I cried out in despair, my voice hoarse. “This could’ve been prevented.”
Food was scarce; what little remained was fought over like dogs fighting over a bone. When even that ran out, humanity turned on itself in desperation.
I could barely contain my disgust as I witnessed such atrocities. We had fallen so far from grace, all because we refused to yield to God, to follow His path of love and compassion.
As I walked through the destruction, I couldn’t help but wonder: Could we ever find our way back? Or was this our final damnation, the consequence of our arrogance and pride?
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