To the angel of the church of America write; These things saith he that is the Creator, yet forgotten; he that provides your every need and loves and cherishes you, but am your last resort.
You get so weary so quickly with the race before you because you are a lazy and impatient generation. Your temples are beautiful but are costly. The price is the souls of men; the sick, the weary, the poor and needy are neglected because you are bound by them. What goes on in the temples is an abomination. It is idolatry that belongs in the synagogue of Satan. To keep people coming, they must be entertained. Men and children need movies and sports to keep their interest. Women need pampered or pitied. You are luke-warm. You desire to have one foot in the world and one foot in my kingdom. It cannot be so. You will be numbered with the goats on that final day.
You have kept me in a box and taken away my power by your lack of faith. Your interest in me is so small that you don't even seek signs and wonders any longer. Your doctors and lawyers and educators are getting fat from you. Come unto me for your health and protection and learning. I dare not chasten or rebuke you lest you turn on me or abandon your faith completely. You have been drinking the milk of your religion for too long; you have no desire for meat. The meat you do receive sits heavy in your stomach until you spew it out and reject it completely. Little or none of it has been digested.
Your leaders are like old king David who was concerned with numbering his flock. For this he was punished. Repent and turn back to the young shepherd David who was more concerned with the state of his flock. For this he was blessed. You no longer speak my words in the hearing of the congregation. If you do speak my words, they are so watered down they are barely recognizable. They don't bring conviction. They don't bring repentance. They don't bring self-examination. I will judge those who don't judge themselves.
You too have lost your first love; for me and your brothers and sisters. Your families are falling apart because I am not welcome there. You are not patient with your children, your neighbors, yourselves and especially not with me. You put your trust in yourself. Trust me and my timing. The cross you have been called to bear is not a heavy one. Uncomfortable at times; yes, but not heavy.
There are a few among you who have continued the race faithfully. Those that have not grown comfortable or complacent in the journey. You will be mocked. You will be tried. You will be rebuked and chastised. I chasten and rebuke those that I love. Be faithful and overcome and you will eat with me at my table. Your name will remain as clean in my book as the day it was written. The goats will be blotted out. Their zeal has been forgotten. So too will their names be forgotten.
He that hath an ear. Let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.
