A Mirror That Reflects the Hidden

My bluntness may seem harsh to some folk. I hope they also understand that my heart is soft.

Having said that, I'm absolutely fed up with the blatant hypocrisy that's going on in the Church (the body). 

I used to have no problem whatsoever with recognizing hypocrisy and keepin' it movin'. My attitude was, "It's not me, not my problem...oh well." Now, it's like a switch flipped and the dissatisfaction and indignation burns deep; especially, when folk TRY to cloak it under the cover of "The Lord told me or the Lord said".

If I feel this way about hypocrisy, can you imagine how the Lord feels about it?

If I can see it, don't you know those who don't know Christ can see it as well? If you don’t know it, they do and jeer about it.

It's like folk have become numb, anything goes, and everything gets a pass. Things the Church use to call out and rebuke are now being reasoned and excused away. We no longer call a spade a spade.

Self-proclaimed prophets are prophesying lies to the people for financial gain and personal/political agendas, and their targets--lacking discernment--trail after them hungrily consuming their lies, waiting for more.

Some preachers no longer preach holiness, but instead preach feel good sermons to keep the pews filled and the dollars rolling in. Some live raggedy lives like holiness is optional and not a command.

A cheerleader's cheer can’t serve as a mirror for some folk, they'll just soak up the "feel good" atmosphere, not really getting what's being said--the message.

I am not a cheerleader. 

There's no mistaking the mirror of someone who "cries loud and spares not". It definitely doesn't give you the warm and fuzzies. It jars out of complacency, invades comfort zones, and drives away the numbness. It will anger you because it reflects those "hidden" places so stuff can be dealt with.

We know what we should do and where we should be because we talk like we're doing it and have arrived. But oh, if we would just walk the talk, the hypocrisy would cease...

Just keepin' it real...

God help us! 🙏🏽

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