The heralds of truth have never been greeted with a choir of consensus; they have always been met with the hiss of the serpent. In these closing hours, the frequency of this vitriol is not a sign of our failure, but a confirmation of the season. The scriptures have prepared us for the Marcus Sands of this age, those who have exchanged the search for truth for the comfort of the scoffer’s seat. “Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts” (2 Peter 3:3). Their anger is the involuntary reaction of a conscience pricked by the imminency of the King’s return. We must recognize that the scoffer is a man in a state of frantic denial. He claims the watchman’s work is “meaningless,” yet he cannot look away. He is the man standing in the path of a rising tide, cursing the water for getting his feet wet. To engage him on his level—to allow his venom to get “under the skin”—is to forget our forensic standing. We are not defendants in his courtroom; we are witnesses in the Court of the Most High. The world mocked Noah until the fountains of the great deep broke up, and they mocked Lot until the fire fell. Their mockery did not delay the judgment; it only defined their place within it.
Our duty is not to win the scoffer’s approval, but to maintain the watch. We do not sell out for “engagement” or bow down to the “PhDs” who have traded their birthright for a mess of uniformitarian pottage. “But thou, O man of God, flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness. Fight the good fight of faith, lay hold on eternal life” (1 Timothy 6:11-12). When the world screams that your existence serves no purpose, remember that your purpose is to hold the line until the shout of the Archangel. The King is at the door, and He does not require the scoffer’s permission to enter.