Dear church

Romans 15:6

“That ye may with one mind and one mouth glorify God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.”

A divided church is a weakened church—not brought low by a sudden, mighty blow, but undone by the slow, steady fraying of its unity. The enemy need not lay siege with fire and fury; he need only whisper lies into hearts, scatter seeds of discord, and stoke the smoldering embers of pride and offense until they burn like wildfire.

When love grows cold and self takes the throne, when brothers and sisters stand as rivals rather than as one, the church becomes a dim and flickering candle instead of a radiant, unshakable flame. It may still gather, but it will lack the power to move mountains. It may still speak, but its voice will carry no weight. A church divided may fill pews, but it will not shake the gates of hell.

The devil does not tremble before a distracted, divided, and wounded church—one so entangled in its own offenses that it forgets its mission. No, what he fears is a people bound together in unbreakable love, standing resolute upon the unshifting rock of truth. He dreads a church that forgives as Christ forgave, that fights as one, that prays with one voice, that stands shoulder to shoulder against his schemes.

Let us not be the architects of our own downfall. Let us not hand the enemy the victory he could never claim on his own. We were called to be more than a fractured gathering—we were called to be the body of Christ, strong, steadfast, unyielding.

Let us be the church hell cannot shake.