Loose Ends

I wish to start this by saying that nothing I write today is meant to instill fear or panic.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. 1 John 4:18

Next, I want to thank my dear friend and one-time pastor, Bro Eddie Tilley, for the daily devotional he’s been giving on Facebook. Thursday’s message was on the subject of Watchman, and it was most timely, and I believe prophetic.

Before I get booted from the planet, I want to be abundantly clear that the following is the opinion of Thurman Gregory Fee and is not based on the knowledge of anything that can be proven.  It is merely an opinion, with a measure of unction from the Holy Ghost.

As I watch events unfold around the world and continue to see things not adding up, I can’t help but question. No, I do not trust governments, any of them.  Not the WHO, not the CDC, and not the UN.
I believe there’s an agenda in all this. Though aspects of it are indeed real, that it is a fabricated catastrophe. I believe the size and reach of this “pandemic” and the number of deaths were intended to be much more significant. It’s my opinion that God metered the impact, and strengthened our immunity or lessened the strength of the virus to suit His will.
This has allowed us, if we care to, to see behind the curtain and get a glimpse of the intention of the originators of this pandemic and to realize its purpose.
Will their plans succeed this time? Literally, only God knows.
Even now, I believe that dark forces scramble to sow fear and discord. They try to capitalize on every death, to pad the numbers to increase the size and length of their control.
Regardless of the intent or the outcome or even the purpose, God is calling His church and His Ministers to step up, to stand up, to be the Watchman on the wall.
I’ve been in the ministry for 30 years, and I’ve never felt what I feel in my spirit today. I’ve never felt the urgency in the spirit that I feel within me now.

Yesterday as I sit in a public place praying behind my required face mask, I was overcome by a deep stirring in my spirit; the words “Loose Ends” came into my mind. I believe that God spoke those words into my heart as a way of saying that He is tying up Loose Ends.
All that hinders Him now is a few Loose Ends, nothing that really hinders His return, just some last chances if you will. One more stirring, one more tug.
Once those are tied up, the church age will come to an end.
Like Brother Tilley, I believe what we do in these next days, even hours, could be the difference between Heaven and Hell for a lot of our family, friends, and strangers alike.
God is using this to spread the Gospel in ways it’s never been. People are hearing a message of truth and hope in many cases for the first time. Our prayers, outreach, care, concern, and Love are God’s arm for reaching the lost.
He has brought us outside the walls of our sanctuaries, from under the shadow of our steppel, and has placed His Word where He’s always intended it to be and for the first time, for many people.
I know I get to hear more good preaching right now than I ever have on foreign assignment.  And I know that others are as well.
If this passes and we get back to a reasonable semblance of day to day life, we must keep this fire alive, this burden strong, and the word flowing forth. Time is short.

To the church, I say preach it, spread it, shout it from the rooftops like never before. Be not weary, be not afraid. Watch and wait and keep the lamps trimmed and burning.

If you can consider yourself, in any fashion, one of God’s Loose Ends, do not delay.
Repent, be baptized in His Name, and receive ye the Gift of the Holy Ghost while it is yet day.

I Love You all and pray that you are blessed by these words.
Greg

In a side note,
I want to congratulate My friend Pastor Roger Herrington and his Bride, Sister Kim Herrington on their recent appointment as Pastor and First Lady of Burr Ferry Pentecostal Church. We pretty much grew up together in that church, as young men, then young ministers. It was in the old building on the hilltop back then. Shouting, singing, praising, and passing each other on the wrong side of the road.
I look forward to the great testimonies from a great church.

Author: Greg Fee

I'm a Husband, Father, Pawpaw and Pastor. I love spending time with my grand-buddies. A minister since 1988, I have been blessed to work in several churches around the U.S and currently am blessed to pastor an Awesome Church. I've also had the pleasure of ministering in faraway places while traveling for work. Some of my greatest honors have been the relationships I gained with several of the modern-day Heros of the Faith, the ministering families all around the world. Several years ago I started working with leather as a means to fight boredom while working in remote areas. It swiftly became a passion that I want to share as well. My plan is to keep spreading God's Love through the written and preached word, through walking the walk, and to keep making cool stuff along the way. Check that out at whisper_n_jack on Instagram View all posts by Greg Fee