Who am I?

You don't see me on TV. You can't come to my megachurch. In fact, I'm not at all where you'd expect. I might be on a streetcorner. I may hide in my home or a cave. I might show up in the office of a political leader, of course uninvited. 

I don't live in a penthouse. I live in the bottom of a well. I don't wear a suit and tie or a biker's jacket--I wear camel skins...or nothing. I don't have a picture-perfect family--my wife is a whore. 

If I showed up in America, I wouldn't be on The Today Show--I'd be on the 7 o'clock news and police station bulletin boards. You don't want to meet me--if you knew me, you'd have killed me too. I don't answer skeptics with miracles and healing--I answer with mauling bears and consuming locusts. 

I am not the last hope of a nation. By the time I show up, it's already too late. I don't have throngs of loyal followers--I don't even have a single convert. Everyone hates me; no one listens to me; by anyone's standards I am an utter failure. Yet while I don't see any fruits of my labors, my message lasts, and theirs don't. I am not here to tell you that you can have the best life now--I'm here to say that your damnation will bring others to God. 

I am the Prophet. I am God's mouth on this earth. I am His heart, His will, His sword. Don't claim to be me or wish for me to come back. Be glad my time is over--and instead come directly to my Master.