ot all men are the same. Some walk the earth like mortals, and others carry a fragrance that makes even hell take notice. What separates them is not talent. It is not eloquence. It is not activity. It is consecration.

There are men God uses, and there are men God trusts. There are men He anoints, and there are men He rests upon. The difference is the altar they have built in secret-the depth of their surrender, the weight of their separation.

Samson was anointed, but he played where others played. He walked where others walked. He touched what others touched. And in the end, the same men who once feared him plucked out his eyes and mocked the grace he carried. But John the Baptist? He lived in the wilderness. He ate locusts and wild honey. He refused to be common. And when he spoke, even kings trembled.

Because power is not in the gift. It is in the consecration behind it.

We want to see what the apostles saw, but we are unwilling to live as they lived. We want the mantle of Elijah, but we still love the world too much to be trusted with fire. We sing, "Take all of me," but deep inside, there are parts of us we have hidden from the knife of surrender.

God does not use vessels that are merely available. He uses vessels that are set apart. The men who shift generations are not just those who pray-they are those who have died to themselves. Men who have no personal ambitions left. Men whose appetites have been crucified. Men who have been to the altar and have not returned the same.

You want to carry fire? Consecrate. You want to host dimensions of God? Consecrate. You want to speak and hell trembles? Consecrate.

There is a price to this thing. There is a cost to walking with God in a way that men cannot explain. And it is not in gifts or titles-it is in a life that has been fully laid down.

The world has enough preachers. Enough singers. Enough men with charisma. But heaven is still searching for men who are set apart. Men who are too dead to be distracted. Men who are too yielded to be bought.

Will you be that man? Or will you blend in like the rest?

The weight of your calling will always match the depth of your consecration. God will never use beyond what you have surrendered. And the altar you refuse to build will be the limitation of the power you carry.

This is why some men rise, and others remain stories that could have been told. Because in this kingdom, power does not rest on the gifted-it rests on the consecrated.