There's a whole lot of people who think a certain way. They all seem to parrot their favorites.
There's a whole group of people who do things, or have things, or talk about things - because it's the only substance they have to keep them kindled, or glued together.
There's an entire void in one's life to feel the need to go somewhere. It's either safe, exotic, important, far off, introspective, loud, or a vice to get your jollies tantalized.
(God has given good gifts to be sure, but not at the extent of replacing him in our hearts)
There's a wide-spread epidemic in our churches in this country, and it's tragic. It's where unorthodoxy is esteemed by touting relevance. Reverence is crucified for contemporary methodology. Holiness is brow bashed, and the Bible is kind-of-but-not-really authoritative; which holds no weight anyway, because no one is wrong anymore, and no one can be corrected. It's a lot of self-indulgence believed to be faith.
Our world is lost, and I fear our churches in America are getting to be that way too. Because we try to be like the world. We try to have appeal at the cost of being holy.
No man seeks God. No one wants to admit to and swallow their pride - kill sin - take that bitter pill. But it has to be done. It has to change. We share the gospel, we preach repentance, we pray for the lost, we show the world Jesus, yes, we do all these things. But God will see his purpose fulfilled in the end.
People resist the Holy Spirit, for what they think is a holy spirit. It's a euphoric hyper-emotionalism. People profess to love Jesus, very deeply and convincingly, but would abhor and mock the things he would say to them. I don't know where the disconnect is. I don't know when it happened. I see it sticking out like a sore thumb though. If only our focus was on the Cross, and Him crucified. But it's not. It's on things to do, places to go, people to please.
Jesus please purify your Church.
Jesus please help me to love people with the truth.
Jesus please help me to be correctable.
Jesus please drive out the wolves and cantankerous goats.
Jesus, please come back.
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