(Based on Amos 5:18-24)
Woe and pity to the theological geniuses! The ones that gaze upon the charts of dispensational prophecy. The ones that spend their days arguing their religious apologetics on social media without lifting a finger to help strugglers. Woe to you who parrot political arguments and lust for salacious scandals. Why do you crave His coming and yet fail Him with your heart?
For you it will be darkness. Is this really what you want? You’ll look as if you’ve seen a marauding bear or a hissing snake. What did you expect? Light? You feed the darkness.
I hate your worship. I find no truth in your frowns and fury. You bore me with your relevance and clever talk. You infuriate me with your boredom and tradition. Likewise, to those who think the frenetic pounding worship with lights and fog will get my attention, it has. But not the kind of attention you would desire. Away with the electric guitars and drums! And away with your organs and litanies! Away with your assumption that your performance will be counted as righteousness. Send all this madness away and come to Me with justice.
Regard the needs of hungry
Contend for the health of the poor.
When you run to them you are running to me.
Everything else is a pointless charade and a foolish liturgy.
Instead let justice roll like the currents of a mighty stream.
Seek the wanderers in darkness on the edge of town and bring them into Light.
I will meet you in Mercyland.