29/10/2025
I HAVE A FEAR
For I fear we are in an hour where men labor much, but their works are written in Heaven as iniquity.
The Lord Himself warned us:
“Many will say to Me in that day, Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in Your name? and in Your name cast out demons? and in Your name do many mighty works? Then will I say to them, I never knew you; depart from Me, you workers of lawlessness.” (Matthew 7:22–23).
This is not a warning for pagans. It is for preachers. For men who used His Name. For men who worked in His House. And yet, at the end, they discover their ministry was rebellion dressed as labor.
Oh, how this should make us tremble.
Our generation has perfected the art of ministry without the Spirit.
We know how to brand our works.
We know how to organize our meetings.
We know how to trend our messages.
We know how to gather men, but we do not know God.
We have learned how to build platforms.
How to attract crowds without God's pattern.
How to produce results that look powerful on earth but are powerless before God.
And the earth claps.
The systems applaud.
Men confer titles, crowns, recognition.
But God is not deceived.
The Judge does not measure by numbers, but by obedience.
Not by visibility, but by faithfulness.
Not by the multitude of men who follow you, but by the stature of Christ formed in them.
And I weep… because many do not see the danger.
We are teaching men to rejoice in shadows,
To mistake applause for approval,
To call noise the move of God,
When in fact, it is rebellion wearing the mask of progress.
This is the sorrow:
Many of the works we call “the move of God” are nothing but towers of Babel.
Yes, they rise high, but their foundation is rebellion.
Yes, they are loud before men, but they are silent before God.
And God weeps while men clap.
A man can raise sons who never knew the Father.
A ministry can multiply branches God never planted.
A preacher can trend online, yet his name carries no weight in the courts above.
We can call it “Kingdom,”
But in Heaven, it is written down as iniquity.
Oh, what sorrow.
That we may spend our years in labor,
And discover at the end that we never built for Him.
That we may shout “Lord, Lord,”
And hear Him whisper back, “I never knew you.”
Beloved, can we not feel the grief of the Spirit?
We are running fast, but in the wrong direction.
We are building tall, but not upon His foundation.
We are laboring much, but not in His will.
This is why God is calling: Return!
Return to obedience,
Return to labors that are recorded in Heaven, not works applauded by men.
Return to the trembling of men who would rather be unknown on earth,
Than to be rejected in eternity.
A FINAL LAMENT
Oh Church, do you not see?
It is possible to win the earth and lose Heaven.
It is possible to gather men and yet be a stranger to God.
It is possible to labor day and night,
And still hear the most dreadful words in eternity:
“I never knew you.”
I weep as I write this.
For better to be nameless in time and known in eternity,
Than to be celebrated here,
And cast away before the Lamb.
Your Brother,
Toluwalogo Agboola
