By 1. I Still Believe
I still believe in God. But I’m scared of the pulpit.
Not because I’m guilty — but because I’ve seen too much. I’ve seen stages turned into thrones. Pews into performances. Worship into competition. And churches that feel more like Babylon than Zion.
This isn’t about bitterness. It’s grief. It’s heartbreak in holy places.
2. When Worship Becomes Noise
I remember a church I once attended. If you didn’t speak in tongues, you were suspect. No one said it — but their eyes did. You were spiritually weak, or worse — spiritually blocked.
Worship and praise? They felt more like concerts. And I say that as a performing artist — I know the difference.
But in that sanctuary, the volume was mistaken for anointing. People shouted. Jumped. Collapsed. And I wondered… where in the Bible did that become the measure of God?
“Be still and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10
Even the demonstration of worship in heaven (Show with relevant verse) should correct us everytime we say let your will be done on earth as in heaven
We’ve replaced truth with trends. Reverence with rhythms. The Spirit with spectacle.
3. Babylon at the Altar
Now I understand the words:
“The abomination that causes desolation standing in the holy place then let those who are in Judea flee to the mountains” — Matthew 24:15
Because sometimes… Satan doesn’t creep into the church. He gets handed the microphone.
I’ve seen it. All-night keshas followed by morning cleanups — used condoms scattered around the building. Worship team battles over solos. Tongues turned into spiritual showdowns.
I once asked a church elder about the book of Revelation. Hungry. Curious. He answered me conveniently quoting from the Bible “That’s solid food. You’re still on milk.” — Hebrews 5:12-14
Well, what happened to the truth setting me free? Aah you see maybe freedom is not Babylon’s goal.
To this day, I’m not sure I ever matured in his eyes. But in the quiet, God matured me.
4. The Church That Forgot Her Groom
These days, it’s more about numbers than souls. More about photos than prayer. Evangelism becomes event marketing. We gather the crowd — but lose the flock.
And when those “new souls” return to old habits a week later… We call it backsliding. And so we mask what is, really, just bad planting with “By their fruit you will recognize them.” — Matthew 7:16
I dare say, by our fruits we have been found lacking and judgement starts at his house says the lord.
We’ve turned a faith of transformation into a performance of repetition. And if heaven feels silent, maybe it’s because the sanctuary is no longer sacred.
5. This Is Not Rebellion — It’s a Love Letter
I’m not here to drag the Church. I’m here to call her home.
Let the world come to Church — yes. But don’t let the Church become the world.
“Do not conform to the pattern of this world…” — Romans 12:2
I was once dead inside. Depressed. Numb. Drifting. Until God’s love found me — not in lights, not in programs — but in truth. Unfiltered. Unforced. Unshakable.
Most men need to hear this:
You are not disposable. You are not unloved. You are not alone.
We need a Church that speaks this boldly. Not begs for attention — but bears fruit.
6. Let Babylon Fall
Faith isn’t the absence of evidence. It’s the proof of fruit.
I long for pulpits that preach again. Not a God who evolves to keep us comfortable — but the unchanging One whose mercy comes with truth.
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” — Hebrews 13:8
Babylon mixes good and evil. She sells wine that numbs the Spirit. And God already said:
“We would have healed Babylon, but she cannot be healed; let us leave her and each go to our own land, for her judgment reaches to the skies…” — Jeremiah 51:9
And He says again:
“Come out of her, my people, so that you will not share in her sins…” — Revelation 18:4
7. The Trumpet Is Near
The seventh trumpet is about to sound.
“The seventh angel sounded his trumpet, and there were loud voices in heaven…” — Revelation 11:15
And I’m not trying to be loud. I’m trying to be heard.
If you’ve seen what I’ve seen, felt what I’ve felt — Don’t stay silent. Speak. Cry out. Pray. Return.
This isn’t rage. This is a psalm.
