The Oppressed Son and the Coming Tribulation

The Oppressed Son and the Coming Tribulation

A House Divided

Upon a rugged piece of land, surrounded by gnarled trees and creeping vines, stood two homes—one larger, more formidable, ruled by an old and hardened man, and the other, a humble dwelling belonging to his son. Their bond was fractured by something greater than mere blood; it was a spiritual divide that neither of them could mend by will alone.

The father, Elias, was a man of law and order, a man who upheld the customs of the land with iron resolve. He prided himself on maintaining the family name, preserving tradition, and ruling his property with an unyielding grip. He was a landlord not only by right but by attitude, seeing himself as the one who determined the course of those under his dominion. Though he spoke of honor, discipline, and strength, there was one thing he had never spoken of—his need for salvation.

His son, Nathaniel, had walked a different road. Once lost in sin, guilty of fornication and the failures of youth, he had been redeemed by the blood of Christ. While his earthly father rejected him, scoffing at his faith as weakness, Nathaniel had found solace in his heavenly Father, knowing that his true inheritance was not in fields of dirt and stone, but in the eternal kingdom of God.

Yet, his earthly plight was heavy. Elias controlled the land, the wealth, and the standing in the community. Nathaniel was tolerated as a tenant, a shadow upon the estate, but never accepted as an heir. His past sins had marked him in the eyes of men, though Christ had already wiped them away in the sight of God. To Elias, he was weak, a failure who had turned to scripture instead of power. But to God, he was a child washed clean, protected beyond the grasp of earthly dominion.

The Power of Darkness

The years passed, and the tension between them grew. Elias had influence in the town, favor among the rulers of the land, and the unshakable belief that his son would never rise above him. Though he never spoke it aloud, he relished in his power, believing that Nathaniel would either yield or be forced to leave.

Nathaniel prayed for deliverance, not in escape, but in endurance. He had nowhere else to go, but he had no fear. He remembered Job, how Satan could do nothing except what the Lord permitted. And so he stood, in the place where God had placed him, refusing to bow before the dominion of darkness.

At times, the trials were severe. Elias would increase the rent, demand labor, impose rules meant to humiliate. The town would look upon Nathaniel as a disgrace—weak, unworthy of respect. But when his heart wavered, he would return to the Word, knowing that the kingdoms of men would crumble, but the Word of the Lord endureth forever.

It was in these days that Elias sought to crush his son entirely. A new decree was issued, one that threatened Nathaniel’s last foothold. He was to be expelled, cast off from the land as a vagabond. The town elders supported Elias; Nathaniel was nothing in their eyes. Yet, when the day of judgment came, a sickness befell the old man. His hands trembled, his voice faltered. In the hour of triumph, Elias was struck down, unable to enforce his own will. Nathaniel was not moved. He had seen the Lord’s hand before and knew that Elias could only do what God permitted.

The Time of the End

As the world darkened, so too did the land around them. The lawlessness that once crept in shadows now reigned in the open. Men’s hearts waxed cold, and the order that Elias once held dear crumbled before his eyes. The town fell into chaos, the rulers turned to new, unholy allegiances, and the oppression Nathaniel had once suffered now spread to all. Elias had sought security in the structures of men, but they were swallowed whole by the beast of the age.

Nathaniel knew what was coming. The great tribulation—the worst time in human history—was at hand. He watched as the people scrambled, desperate for solutions, clinging to false saviors, willing to bow to anything that promised them deliverance. The world demanded allegiance, and those who refused would suffer the wrath of the new order. But Nathaniel feared not. His hope was not in this world, and though the fire raged around him, he knew that no power could remove him from the Father’s hand.

Elias, now frail and without the power he once wielded, still refused to see. He clung to pride, to the illusion that he could restore what had been lost. He mocked Nathaniel’s faith until the very end, unwilling to bow before the Lord who could yet save him.

The land that had once been ruled by the darkness of Satan was now swallowed by the judgment of God. Nathaniel remained, a remnant, watching as the world spiraled toward its appointed end. And though he knew that tribulation beyond imagination was upon them, he also knew that even in the valley of the shadow of death, the Lord was his shepherd.

The time was short. The suffering would be great. But Nathaniel stood firm, for he was not of this world. His inheritance was secured, his Father was in heaven, and no force in existence could take that from him.