THE DOGFIGHT OF EMPIRES & THE ROOSTER FIGHT OF NATIONS

THE DOGFIGHT OF EMPIRES & THE ROOSTER FIGHT OF NATIONS

Thus says the Lord:
Hear, O nations!
Listen, you rulers of the earth!

You boast of your wisdom, yet you have become builders of arenas.
You speak of peace while sharpening the sword.

You proclaim justice while preparing another generation for the grave. Woe to those who gather the nations as men gather dogs for the fight!

Woe to those who provoke kingdoms as gamblers provoke roosters in the pit!

The dogs did not build the arena.
The roosters did not place the wagers.

Neither did the sons and daughters of humanity choose to become merchandise in the contests of the powerful. Yet you have made the peoples of the earth contestants in your rivalries.

You have clothed ambition in the garments of patriotism.
You have baptized vengeance with the language of justice.
You have weighed human blood upon the scales of profit and strategy.

Therefore the ground groans beneath your feet.
The rivers remember what your speeches forget.
The graves bear witness against your glory.
Do you imagine that I cannot hear the blood of the innocent?

Did I create humanity in My image so that kings might gamble with their lives? Did I breathe My Spirit into men and women so that merchants might prosper from their destruction?

Behold, your weapons have become wiser than your hearts.
Your machines calculate with astonishing precision.
Your markets flourish.
Your arsenals overflow.
But your mercy has withered like grass beneath the desert wind.

Therefore your victories shall become your burdens.
Your triumphs shall become your mourning.

The fire you kindle for your enemies shall search out your own house.
The hatred you teach your children shall sit at your own table.

Return while there is still time.
Break the bow before it breaks your children.

Lay down the wager before it consumes your nation.
Let justice flow without vengeance.
Let strength kneel before mercy.
Let the mighty remember the weak.

Let every ruler remember that no throne is higher than My judgment.
For I do not measure nations by the greatness of their armies, but by the compassion of their hearts.

I do not remember the boasting of emperors, but the cries of widows. I do not preserve the monuments of conquerors, but I remember every drop of innocent blood.

Blessed are those who refuse to build arenas for humanity.
Blessed are those who turn battlefields into harvest fields.
Blessed are those who choose the Cross over the sword, mercy over revenge, and their neighbor over their pride.

For they shall become the builders of a kingdom that no empire can conquer. He who has ears to hear, let him hear.

Pastor Steven G. Lee
St. GMC Corps
July 6, 2026