Letters from the Dust and in the Blood

“Write the vision and engrave on tablets, || So that he may run who is reading it.” — Habakkuk 2:2 (LSV)

This work is a whisper sent into the howling void of the modern age—a collection of letters, meditations, and polemics drawn from the dust of covenantal memory and the blood of crucified fulfillment. It is a testimony against forgetfulness. Against the flattening noise of man-centered gospels, of cheap grace and futurist delusions.

Here I write to you, beloved ecclesia, not as a visionary of new things, but as a mourner of forgotten things. The truths buried beneath centuries of theological rubble—trampled by creeds, charismatics, and cults—are unearthed again, not by novelty, but by fidelity to the sacred text, rightly divided.

This site exists to serve four aims:

1. To Recover the Christocentric Heart of All Scripture
   The Law, the Psalms, and the Prophets speak with one voice: Christ crucified, risen, and enthroned. Not in speculation, but in completion. Not awaiting another age, but fulfilling this one. The shadows have fled before the rising of the Son.
2. To Declare the Covenant Fulfillment of Prophecy
   We are not a people waiting for clocks and signs. We are a people under a finished sky. The promises were “Yes and Amen” in Christ (2 Corinthians 1:20), and every jot and tittle has been answered in blood and fire. We look not for a rebuilt temple of stone, but walk as living stones in a temple not made with hands.
3. To Rebuke the Merchants of False Gospels
   Zionists, Rapturists, Gnostics, and the prosperity shamans of TBN—their doctrine is vomit, their hope a mirage. Their teachings are not just error, but treason against the Lamb. Here their towers will be measured against the plumb line of holy writ, and their poison cups emptied by truth.
4. To Strengthen the Saints in Covenant Identity
   You are not orphans waiting for a rapture bus. You are sons and daughters of a fulfilled kingdom. You are risen, seated, and clothed in His righteousness. This is not a place for escape but for endurance. Not a retreat, but a rallying cry for those who walk by faith, not sight.

What you will find here are not merely writings, but war cries, laments, and meditations. A duct through which the smoke of the altar still escapes. A place where dust remembers blood. May the Lord grant that these letters stir your mind, awaken your conscience, and bind your heart more fully to the finished work of the Christ who now reigns.

Let the dead bury their dead. Let the living read.

Soli Deo Gloria,
Christoph Kotyk