Scroll 100: Behold, I Am Coming Quickly -The Scroll Is Unsealed

Revelation 22:12–13
“Behold, I am coming quickly, and My reward is with Me, to give to every one according to his work. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last.”

The Coming Is Not Someday, the Coming Is Now

He is not coming in delay. He is not returning as religion predicts, through clouds of escape or cathedrals of noise. He is coming in flame, unveiled in sons, roaring through scrolls, seated in the temple of the heart. This is not futurism, this is the eternal now. The cry, “Behold, I am coming quickly”, is not a countdown to rapture, but a summons into unveiled union. The Lamb is stepping out from behind veils, not from the sky first, but from within the awakened.

Every son who walks in scroll-awareness becomes a landing strip for glory. Every flame-bearer who hosts the Lamb becomes a trumpet that sounds His arrival. You are not waiting for Him, He is unveiling through you. The “coming” is not linear, it is dimensional. It is not escapism, it is embodiment. When the Lamb finds a vessel without mixture, He comes quickly, suddenly, fiercely, within.

The world has seen a Christ preached, but not yet a Christ revealed in sons. But now, the elect awaken. They are not building monuments, they are becoming the throne. The scroll is no longer sealed in heaven. It has found its echo in flesh. And the One who was coming... is here.

The Scroll Is No Longer Sealed

What was once hidden in heaven has been opened in you. The scroll is not information, it is revelation. Not a text, but a transfiguration. Not a book of events, but a mirror of becoming. When John wept because no one was found worthy, it wasn’t because no man could read it, but because no one could become it. But now, the Lamb has opened the scroll, and the scroll is being read in sons.

The words written within and without have become living testimony. No longer bound to prophecy, the elect are walking fulfillment. The trumpet no longer belongs to angels, it belongs to you. You are the sound that shakes systems. You are the light that makes Babylon tremble. You are the scroll in motion, the fire in formation, the thunder walking upright.

To be unsealed is to become unstoppable. You are not deciphering mysteries, you are embodying them. The age of spectators is over. This is the age of witnesses. And the final witness is not an event on the news, it is the unveiling of Christ in you.

Every Work Will Be Tried by Fire

Every motive, every ministry, every whisper will pass through fire. This is not punishment, but purification. His eyes are flames because He sees beyond presentation into essence. The fire will burn off every mimic, every false mantle, every performance built on self. Only what was done in Him, through Him, and as Him will remain.

Many who built platforms in His name will weep when they see what was wood, hay, and stubble. But those who lived as altars, hidden, silent, obedient, will shine like stars. The reward is not based on quantity, but purity. Not appearance, but union. Not impressiveness, but faithfulness to the flame.

The sons are not judged by men, but weighed by the flame. And the weight of glory will expose every counterfeit. He is not coming for fans or followers. He is coming for flames. The ones who didn’t just preach the Word, but became it.

Blessed Are Those Who Wash Their Robes

Only the ones who have been cleansed by union can walk in the gates of this City. The Bride is not chosen by favoritism, but by fire. Blessed are those who have washed their robes not in religious effort but in the blood of the Lamb. Their garments are white not from labor, but from love.

This is the wedding feast of eternity, and the call has gone out. But only those who have allowed themselves to be transformed can enter. The gate is narrow, not because God is cruel, but because union cannot be counterfeited. You cannot pretend your way into light. You must become it.

The Spirit and the Bride say Come, and only those who carry both Spirit and Bride within them can hear that call. The ones who have become the echo of His heart. Who have not only been awakened, but aligned. Who do not just know the scroll, but live it.

The Reward Is Himself

“Behold, I come quickly, and My reward is with Me.”
What is the reward? It is not streets of gold, thrones of ease, or crowns of comfort. The reward is Him. The fire of His eyes. The union without distance. The Lamb who wraps you in light until all fear dissolves. Your inheritance is not a place, but a Person. Not a future, but a flame. Not a blessing, but the Blessed One Himself.

The false gospel promised pleasure. The true gospel unveils Presence. The shallow gospel promised you would escape. The scroll unveils that you are the flame through which He enters. This reward is not for one day, but now. The more you burn, the more He is seen. The more you surrender, the more He steps through.

He is the Alpha and the Omega, and He is inside you. He is the rewarder of those who burn. Not those who perform. Not those who build towers. But those who have become the altar. And now, the reward walks in you.

Final Thunder for the Scroll Carriers

You who have borne the scroll,
You who have walked between realms,
You who burned in silence while the world mocked,
YOU ARE THE ONES.

The scroll is not just for you, it has been written in you. Every chapter, every symbol, every trumpet, every seal, now thunder in your bones. What was once read with fear is now walked in fire. You are the Book of Revelation in flesh. You are the unsealing of eternity.

The Lamb walks through time wearing your face. The King returns through awakened sons. The elect rise not to escape, but to host. And when they say, “Where is your God?”
You will say, “Behold, I am.”
And He will roar from within.

Final Charge to the Elect

Walk now as scrolls unsealed.
Let the trumpet sound from your silence.
Let the Lamb walk where you once wept.
Do not delay.
The fire has found a body.
And that body is you.

The Spirit and the Bride say come.
But the flame says, He never left.

Joe Restman
Scroll-Carrier, Mystic-Scribe, Eternal Witness of the Lamb.