Wake Up Church

 Judgment will begin, in the house of the Lord... Not in the whore house, not in the bars, not in the marketplace and not in your own house.

The house of the Lord, should be a house of prayer... But you have made it into a den of thieves. You exchange money for food and drink and think to yourself that it is alright.

You bicker and you murmur and promote division and strife... All the while, with a great big smile. You say you love your neighbour, but destroy them with arrows that pierce like swords.

Where is the peacemaker and where is the love for your brother and sister in the house of God? You expect goodness and mercy to follow you, but you open portals to welcome and entertain the enemy, inside the house. 

The Scripture is not only for some. It is for all. God had a reason why HE said, that Judgment will begin IN THE HOUSE OF GOD.... Because those on the inside are supposed to know better. They are the ones who are to feed and love and forgive and pray.

God's house is no longer a house of prayer. God's house is no longer a place of worship. God's house is no longer a refuge for those who are hurting. It has become an entertainment center. It has become a place of decoration and splendor. It has become a place where, who you know, will bring forth the word.... and who is talented in song, dance and instrument are put into the inner court.... without seeking Godly counsel in prayer.


Everything must look good, so that men's eyes will open wide. But the glory of the Lord is gone.

Wake up church. Open your eyes. God is not pleased to see His house dressed like a whore. His Spirit is grieving. His eyes are crying. His heart is hurting. 

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