THE GREAT SLUMBER: A Prophetic Word Against the Sedated Church

THE GREAT SLUMBER: A Prophetic Word Against the Sedated Church

By Da Effiong Daniel

African Holy Land

20^th November 2025

 

Prologue: The Midnight Word

In the watch of the night, in the space between sleeping and waking, a scroll was unfurled in my spirit. Upon it, a single, searing inscription burned: THE MACROPIUM CHURCH.

This was no word from the lexicon of man. It was a divine synthesis, a diagnosis from heaven for an ailing generation. A name was given to the unnamed sickness of the modern assembly.

This is the record of that vision.

I. The Diagnosis: A Name for the Sickness

The Spirit fused two truths into one portmanteau of judgment:

· MACRO: Large, expansive, visible, influential.

· OPIUM: A numbing agent, a sedative, a deceiver of the senses.

Therefore, The Macropium Church is a body grown vast in structure yet numb in spirit; wide in reach yet weak in power. It has traded its prophetic backbone for cultural relevance, its discernment for visibility, its purity for programs. It is awake to the world, yet asleep to Heaven.

 

II. The Vision: The Cathedral of the Sedated

I was shown a cathedral—a monument of human achievement, towering and magnificent. But within its walls hung an invisible mist, a spiritual anesthetic. The people were active, yet passive. Their mouths sang, but their hearts did not worship. Their ears heard, but their spirits did not perceive.

And the Spirit whispered, “Behold, the Great Slumber. A house full of activity, yet empty of power. It is not in darkness that it stumbles, but in dullness. This is the holy paralysis.”

III. The Seven Pillars of the Slumber

These are the pillars, not of a false church, but of a true Church that has fallen asleep at its post.

1. Atmosphere over Awe. The production stirs emotion but does not host the Presence. It is a sensory experience that fades, leaving no transformation in its wake.

2. Comfort over the Cross. The message soothes but does not save. The call to die to self is sanded down into a promise of successful living, anesthetizing the flock against the very suffering that conforms them to Christ.

3. Personality over Priesthood. The gathering orbits the giftedness of the few on the stage, silencing the priesthood of all believers. The body is numbed into a passive audience, dependent on a spiritual elite.

4. Program over Presence. The machinery of ministry hums with efficiency, leaving no room for the disruptive, unpredictable wind of the Spirit. The schedule is king, and the patients remain sedated in their pews.

5. Vision over Burden. Leaders speak of growth and strategy, but they have lost the divine anguish, the fire in the bones. They are vision-casters who no longer weep between the porch and the altar.

6. Influence over Integrity. The quest for a seat at culture’s table compromises its set-apart nature. Holiness is diluted to moralism, and its salt loses its savor in the pursuit of relevance.

7. The Spirit of Slumber Itself. This is the encompassing sin: a failure to watch. The Church is asleep to the enemy’s schemes, asleep to creation’s groans, and asleep to the imminent return of her Bridegroom.

IV. The Divine Prescription: The Sword and the Trumpet

But the Lord who diagnoses does not abandon us to the disease. Into the stupefying mist, a Sword was thrust—the sharp, two-edged blade of His pure Word. And with it, a Trumpet blast that shattered the silence.

Thus says the Lord: “The sedation ends now. My Word will separate the comfortable from the consecrated. My Spirit will rouse the watchmen.”

The Sevenfold Antidote:

· To Atmosphere, He thunders: “Be still, and know that I am God.” I will strip the production away until you tremble in holy fear.

· To Comfort, He commands: “Take up your cross.” I will reintroduce you to the fellowship of My sufferings.

· To Personality, He proclaims: “You are a royal priesthood.” I will dismantle the stage and re-establish the altar of every heart.

· To Program, He directs: “Follow the Cloud.” My Presence will be your only schedule.

· To Vision, He requires: “Weep between the porch and the altar.” I seek not strategists, but intercessors.

· To Influence, He warns: “Come out from among them and be separate.” Your power is in your distinctness, not your relevance.

· To Slumber, He shouts: “Awake, O sleeper! Watch and pray!” For the hour is late, and the Bridegroom comes.

V. The Remnant That Remains

As the Sword fell and the Trumpet sounded, a remnant—a tenth—stirred. Their spirits, which had groaned even in sleep, now leapt within them. They shook off the numbness like a gravecloth, and a fire kindled in their bones.

They were not the prominent or the powerful, but the hungry and the thirsty. They became the Anti-Macropium within the great house:

· Small in stature, mighty in Spirit.

· Poor in influence, rich in faith.

· Unknown on earth, renowned in heaven.

And the Spirit comforted them, saying, “Do not despair at the sleeping multitude. I have always worked through the remnant. The Macropium will crumble, but this little flock, these living stones refined by fire, shall inherit My kingdom.”

Epilogue: The Question Put to Every Soul

The vision is sealed. The word MACROPIUM now hangs in the air, a spiritual diagnosis demanding a personal response.

The question is no longer about your church. The question is now about you.

Have you traded the weight of glory for a warm feeling?

Have you chosen a pillow over a cross?

Have you surrendered your birthright to a personality?

Have you preferred the safety of a script to the wildness of His Presence?

The Sword is drawn. The Trumpet has sounded.

Awake, O sleeper, rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.

The choice is now upon you. Will you shake off the slumber, or will you turn over and adjust your pillow?

Let them who have ears to hear, hear what the Spirit says to the churches.