JCJ and Mel Speak of the Second Coming
The firelight flickered across their faces as Joseph Christian Jukic leaned in, voice steady with conviction.
JCJ:
“Mel, the apostles of old had Rome to confront. Paul, Peter, the martyrs—each was crushed under the weight of an empire that worshipped idols of stone and gold. But my task is heavier still. I am not called to Rome. I am called to America.
For Rome enslaved bodies, but America enslaves souls. They drown in wealth, yet thirst for living water. They fill their bellies, yet starve for truth. They speak of liberty, yet bow to the idols of greed, spectacle, and war.
I tell you, Mel, the Second Coming does not ride in on tanks or fighter jets. It comes when hearts are torn open and the Spirit floods in. My mission is not to build monuments or empires, but to turn America back toward the Cross.
Not with swords. Not with bombs. But with repentance. With mercy. With love greater than death itself. The Romans pierced His side with a spear. The Americans pierce Him still—with apathy, with pride, with their gospel of consumption.
But He will come again. And when He comes, no power—no Senate, no Pentagon, no Wall Street—will stand. The Lamb will roar like a lion, and the stars themselves will fall.”
JCJ’s eyes burned with a strange light. Mel sat in silence, his rough hands folded, nodding slowly, as if he saw on Joseph’s face the same flame that once burned in the prophets.
Mel:
“Then we must prepare them, brother. For if America does not return to Christ before that hour… the judgment will be terrible.”