Spewed Out: The Lukewarm Church and the Cowards of This Age
Revelation 3:15–16 (KJV):
“I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.
So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth.”
Sometimes, I feel like this entire world has become one massive congregation of the Church of the Laodiceans—rich in the eyes of the world, but poor in spirit, blind to truth, and naked before God. A church so compromised it no longer resembles Christ at all, but rather a temple of Satan disguised with stained glass and flashing lights.
They know not the Word of God.
They preach not repentance.
They fear not judgment.
And worst of all—they feel nothing when evil prevails around them.
The Masses vs. The Remnant
Many have intentionally deceived for centuries, building religious empires not on truth but on manipulation—because they knew in the last days, the masses would be theirs, and the true followers of Christ would be few. “Wide is the gate,” Jesus said, “that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat” (Matthew 7:13).
I wouldn’t even call these people “Christians.”
They might have churches, but they might as well hang a sign that says: “Church of Satan – All Are Welcome to Conform.”
TSA and the Spirit of Cowardice
Recently, I took my daughter to the airport. We were early, so I asked for a guest pass to wait with her by the gate. Simple. Or so I thought.
I was dressed simply—linen pants, linen shirt, no belt, nothing in my pockets—hoping to avoid any TSA nonsense. But of course, nonsense came knocking anyway.
They sent me into that death chamber—arms up like a criminal, scanned like cattle—and then came the accusation: “We need to pat you down. Something’s showing up in your groin area.”
I told the agent flat out: “I have nothing but my manhood.”
But here we go—back of the hand, rehearsed speech, violation masked as policy.
I looked him in the eye and said:
“Oh, so you want to lightly rape me now? You getting off on this? If I had the Epstein list in my pants, you wouldn’t dare look. You’d probably frame me for touching a child instead. I bet you can’t wait for the next kid or grandma to wander through here so you can ‘just do your job.’”
And that’s what boiled my blood.
Not just the assault—but the silence.
Not one man.
Not one woman.
Not one voice in that room said a thing.
Dead eyes. Numb faces. Surrender.
Just like those videos where someone’s drowning while the crowd films it for clicks.
“Just Doing My Job” — The Excuse of the Guilty
“I’m just doing my job,” he said.
So was the man who handed Jesus over to be crucified.
So was every soldier at the foot of the cross.
So was every Nazi who loaded the trains.
So was Judas—“just doing his job” for thirty pieces of silver.
There is no virtue in obedience when it means being complicit in evil.
Wake Up, Church: No More Lukewarm
I’m done with these weak, passive, puke-worthy Christians—those who let evil rise, children be trafficked, God’s Word be mocked, and say nothing.
They are the reason we are in this mess.
They allowed it.
They still allow it.
And they attack the few who actually stand for something.
To them, I say what Jesus says:
“You are not my disciples. You are the vomit that I will spew from my mouth.”
This world is being overrun by perversion—God’s design for family, gender, morality, and truth are mocked daily. Rights are stripped while silence reigns. The Constitution is treated like a doormat. Our Republic is eroded by cowards calling it a democracy run by mob rule.
You think you’re spiritual?
You think your silence is neutral?
It’s not. It’s betrayal.
And As For Me…
If I had been alone that day, I might’ve raised more than just my voice. And if that means I can’t fly again, then so be it.
I won’t bow.
I won’t comply.
I won’t be lukewarm.
God will make a way. Always has. Always will.
He provides for those who stand in truth—not for the silent, spineless, churchified masses who fear man more than God.
And if you can’t stand now—if you won’t speak now—then don’t you dare call yourself a follower of Christ.
You are not.
You are a coward.
You are lukewarm vomit.
Final Word
Choose this day whom ye will serve.
As for me and my house—
We will serve the Lord.
Loudly. Boldly. Unapologetically.
And if the world hates me for it?
It hated Him first.
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