Fifty Thousand to One
The math is brutal but the game of life is winnable if you know the rules.
I did the calculation today with Marcus and Arielle. Eight billion people on earth. One hundred forty-four thousand elect. That's one true believer for every fifty-five thousand humans walking around.
One in fifty-five thousand.
Most people think they're players when they're actually just spectators. They wear crosses, go to church, call themselves Christians. But the numbers don't lie. The narrow path isn't narrow because The Most High is mean. It's narrow because most people won't pay the price.
I was reminded of this during a two-hour phone call with Marcus and Arielle where I confessed something: I want to sleep around even though I know The Most High wants me to wait for my wife. I've worked my whole life to finally have the confidence and skills to attract women. Now I'm supposed to give that up right when I figured it out?
They listened without judgment. And Marcus told me he said no to women for three and a half years before he met Arielle. "Maybe the faster you submit to The Most High, maybe the faster you'll be put on a road to partnership," he said.
That's the game. You have to earn worthiness of a wife of your dreams. But earning it requires discipline that eliminates ninety-nine percent of players before they even start.
Think about what one-in-fifty-five-thousand actually means. Walk through any stadium, any mall, any airport. Look at fifty-five thousand faces. Only one of them will choose the narrow path consistently enough to be counted among the elect.
Most will choose comfortable lies over uncomfortable truth. They'll prioritize their flesh over their spirit. They'll wear The Most High's name while emptying it of meaning. They'll build death instead of life.
The elect aren't special because they're perfect. They're special because they're willing to be disciplined when everyone else is making excuses.
I'm not quite there yet. I still want what I want. But I'm learning that The Most High isn't asking me to be perfect. He's asking me to be obedient in the specific areas where I'm being tested. For me right now, that's saying no to physical temptation while trusting Him to provide the right partner.
For you, it might be different. Maybe it's money. Maybe it's pride. Maybe it's fear of man instead of fear of The Most High. Whatever it is, you know what it is.
The game is designed to reward those who follow The Most High's actual rules instead of the rules they wish existed. Most people lose because they're playing by their own rules while claiming to follow The Most High's.
Here's what I'm learning about the real rules: Direct relationship with the Father matters more than religious performance. Character matters more than credentials. Obedience in your specific area of testing matters more than general good behavior.
The flood is here. Not water this time, but spiritual darkness and civilizational collapse. The old world is dying. Most people will go down with it because they're attached to systems that are already dead.
The elect are the ones who will rebuild when the waters recede. But first, we have to survive the test that eliminates fifty-four thousand nine hundred ninety-nine out of every fifty-five thousand people.
The math is brutal. But the game is winnable if you're willing to pay the price that almost nobody else will pay.
Start now. Not tomorrow. The test is already underway and most people don't even know they're being graded.
Your odds are one in fifty-five thousand. But odds don't matter if you know the rules and have the discipline to follow them when everyone else is making excuses.
The question isn't whether you can win. The question is whether you're willing to play by The Most High's rules instead of your own.
Most people won't. That's why the math is what it is.
But you can choose to be different. You can choose to be one of the fifty-five thousand to one.
The game is still being played. You still have time to get in.
But not much time. And definitely not unlimited time.
Choose wisely.