Why I Write Letters To Prisoners

Many of them have found more wisdom and sense then our most esteemed leaders ever will. While they walk around completely fooled by the devil, people like Sergio are storing up treasure in heaven where neither moth nor rust destroys.

Desolation Reign Supreme

It is burned with fire, it is cut down;
They perish at the rebuke of Your countenance.
Psalms 80:16

More than a winter’s drought has come upon this vine. At one moment in time in Israel’s treacherous history with the Vinedresser, He gave them up in righteous holy anger and said, “Let desolation reign supreme.”

It is clear that this nation endures the same. Our cities burn; justice is cut down. God is nowhere to be found. We cry with this Psalmist “Return.”


It is burned with fire.

In broken utterances the sorrowful singer utters his distress. The vineyard was like a forest which has been set on fire; the choice vines were charred and dead.

It is cut down.

The cruel axe had hacked after its murderous fashion, the branches were lopped, the trunk was wounded, desolation reigned supreme.

They perish at the rebuke of thy countenance.

God’s rebuke was to Israel what fire and axe would be to a vine. His favour is life, and his wrath is as messengers of death. One angry glance from Jehovah’s eye is sufficient to lay all the vineyards of Ephraim desolate. O Lord, look not thus upon our churches. Rebuke us, but not in anger.