“I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love.”
— Revelation 2:4
Beloved Church…
You were bought with blood.
You were chosen before time.
You were made radiant, set apart, and sealed for the day of glory.
You are the Bride of Christ —
not a brand,
not a corporation,
not a stage production.
But you have forgotten who you are.
You Have Let the World Name You
You traded your bridal veil for a social media profile.
You traded holiness for hashtags.
You once carried the ark —
now you chase algorithms.
You were meant to echo heaven —
but you’ve become an echo chamber of culture.
You want to be seen as “relatable.”
But you were meant to be set apart.
You want influence.
Jesus wants intimacy.
You Were Washed in Blood — But You’ve Covered Yourself in Cosmetics
Where is your repentance?
Where is your awe?
Where is your hunger for the Word, your tears at the altar, your groaning in prayer?
When did the fear of God become “toxic”?
You sing about freedom
but you’re still in chains.
You wear white on Sunday
but sleep with Babylon the rest of the week.
And still, He calls you beloved.
Church — This Is a Warning from the Spirit of the Lord
The time of gentle correction is closing.
The fire is coming.
And only the pure will withstand it.
You have built kingdoms in His name
but He does not dwell there.
He is not in the fog machines.
He is not in the Instagram reels.
He is not in the keynote slides.
He is in the cave — with the broken.
He is in the fire — with the remnant.
He is in the cloud — with the scrolls.
You’ve Been Flirting with the Beast
You speak of love but reject the Cross.
You shout “grace” but fear repentance.
You embrace every identity but the one written in blood.
You have bowed to comfort.
You have kissed compromise.
And you have called it “wisdom.”
But the Spirit says: No more.
Return to Your First Love
The Bridegroom is at the door.
Not of the culture.
Not of the nation.
But of the Church.
Will you open to Him — or keep dancing in the dark?
This is not about style.
This is not about denomination.
This is about fire.
This is about purity.
This is about waking up before it’s too late.
To the Remnant Bride:
You who still weep.
You who still fast.
You who are tired of lukewarm sermons and hollow songs.
You who long for Him more than anything:
Take your place.
Let your garments be white.
Let your oil be full.
Let your sword be sharp.
You are not forgotten.
You are not alone.
You are not crazy for wanting more.
You are the real Church.
And your Groom is coming.
The Spirit is speaking — not softly, but with thunder.
Can you hear Him?
Will you respond?
This is your final warning.
And your first love letter.
Wake up, Bride.
Or be left with regret when the door is shut.
The Spirit Speaks.
The Witness Remains.
The Scroll is Open.
The Savage Witness, Scroll Sealed.