There is nothing new under the sun. Solomon said it, not me. Peter wrote two letters a long time ago but underneath the superficial layer of change is a world that couldn’t be anything but the same, even if it tried to be. False prophets. God sees through you, so I’m not worried if you could’ve fooled me.
Who do you worship? I know who you pretend to be.
Your congregation is full of sheep; they look at you but they can’t see the house you built upon the sand when God offered you the Rock as your foundation.
“Let us pray.”
To whom? The stars? The moon? Holier than what you bow down to: worshiping the opinion of the masses instead of the God that made you. Breaking bread together, but is your heart on its knees? Heavy is the weight of God’s decrees.
Salvation is not a one-way ticket to heaven, and God sees. What happened to Ephesians 5:25–33? A child baptized in water can grow up to become a worker of iniquity. Do you fear the day when Christ might utter the words, “Depart from me?”
America clings to a Black and White binary and can scarcely stomach the concept of in-between, but I know all about western views of idolatry. Wood. Stone. Calves made of gold. Religious traditions so foreign to you that you can’t pronounce their idols’ names.
Thou shalt not have any other gods before me, but what would you do if all of a sudden by the same power that rose Jesus from the grave, your mask was ripped away? What if they knew that who you are at home and who you are in church are night and day?
City to city and state to state, your congregation only knows your name, but God knew you before your mother did. You can hide but you can’t run away. Why are you running when the only One whose opinion matters knows your sin anyway? Bowing down to the views of people in pews is not the power by which you are saved. If all that matters is what you can see, why do you profess to have faith in a God that even Moses couldn’t see in His entirety? A shepherd who doesn’t fear the Lord as much as the judgement of his sheep.