This message was posted on "By His Grace" (1) channel a few days ago. Regardless of whether or not it was Divine Inspiration, it speaks forth an in-your-face message about so many of us today who "blah, blah, blah," but when it comes time to put our money where our mouth is, we're too afraid of being accused of "judging," or that someone may not like us.
Should we not (contrary to the Novus Ordo Ecumenist propaganda) be more concerned about how God feels about us rather than man?
It is those very "politically correct" who are spoken of in Apocalypse 3:14-16:
And to the angel of the church of Laodicea, write: These things saith the Amen the faithful and true witness, who is the beginning of the creation of God: I know thy works, that thou art neither cold, nor hot. I would thou wert cold, or hot. But because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold, nor hot, I will begin to vomit thee out of my mouth.
We are in the final battle. As they race toward the front lines, those warriors who are willing to stand up and fight, do not have time to trip over the bodies of those cowering in fear—those who hide behind political correctness—not out of charity, but because they are afraid.
Here is the message:
"Oh yea, when I, Yahweh, say judgment is coming to America, all expect an immediate disaster. No, I say. As it has been given out, it shall return in like manner.
Hollywood: for your promotion, your approval of homosexuality, pornography, sexual immorality, as you have slowly enticed others, leading many down the path of evil, my judgment will come in stages, 'till you are beating your chest, crying out, "No more! No more!"
It shall be repaid back as you have given—exploiting the sacred bond of holiness upon marriage where your laughter rings through the land infidelity, exposing the young child, polluting their minds, seeping into their spirits. My judgment will be long-suffering.
As it is written, do not pay back evil for evil. "'Vengeance is mine,' sayeth the Lord" (2); so it is. Corruption, you shall reap. Sorrow-filled days, months you shall endure. America, your tolerance for sin will be measured against you.
I have wept, mourned, and am now furious as I look upon the mother with the unborn child in her womb—in her second, third trimester—walking in clinics to dispose, terminate, a life I created.
It is I, Yahweh, that appoints life and death—oh yea, not unto those whose faith is a slime, slipping through fingers—not solid as a rock, justifying to oneself: "I cannot care for the child in the womb."
I have formed each one in the womb, yet, oh, one man decides when one is to die.
Woe unto you, workers of iniquity, who partake in this evil! My judgment shall be slow and unmerciful, for you have gone against my Holy Commandments: "Thou shall not kill." Selfishness rules you; money rules you—but not for long.
Does my word say a man shall not lie with another man, nor a woman shall not lie with another woman? Oh yea, but you hold celebrations, parades on the streets for the child to gaze upon, polluting their minds with sin.
I, Yahweh, say each parent this day, you shall be held accountable for what you taught the child I blessed you with. You are commanded to raise a child in the ways of the Lord. Oh yea, you justify and proclaim, "Do not judge!"
None know right from wrong—none, I say. You have cursed the child I have bestowed upon you. I, Yahweh, declare the consequence shall be great. Woe unto you when judgment begins to fall.
To those who do not stand against injustice, immorality, sins forbidden, you are no better than those who commit them. I say again, you are no better than those who practice the abominable sins. You stand, you watch, you gossip with neighbors, yet your voices are silent. Your hands hang limp. My anger is upon all who do nothing but gossip.
California, your sins have overflowed my cup. You have not turned from your evil desires. You entice others to join you. My judgment is coming as a slow, burning fire escalating in flames. No refuge you will find.
Florida, your beaches are filled with pornography. Men lust after the woman who barely covers her body. Both man and woman have sinned before my eyes. Though yea, I see none standing up, fighting against the sins. Even my own have lust in their hearts, gazing upon the sexual immorality, all in their drunkenness, engaging in what I commanded for the marital bed, acting like animals in heat.
I see all; nothing is hidden from me.
NEW YORK CITY
New York City, your corruption has overflowed, all seeking material gain, money exchangers in the temple, drugs being sold to innocent children, violence increasing for you desire what the world offers—net seeking what I offer. All will be brought down to ruins. Yet no mercy shall be granted.
Every state in America is full of corrupted seeds. My people say, "We shall pray," but no one stands up to action. I seek a willing vessel to speak forth the sins of the land, not to sit in your temples or homes praying, "Oh Lord, help them!"
You are commanded to go forth and raise the sword of truth, not sit idly by as onlookers. Oh yea, oh saints, you drive by the abortion clinics. Do you stop? Do you step out and reach the young woman's hand and speak truth unto her? No.
You pray unto I, as you pass on by. My disgust is growing rapidly. No mercy shall be found.
Oh yea, you hypocrites! You cast stones while your spirits are wretched within thee.
Where are my warriors? Where are they among the streets, fighting in the battle the enemy has declared? No, you gather in your homes, praying unto me, to save you from this wicked world. Though yea, all those who sit idly by are partakers of the sins.
Halt now, you hypocrites and do as the Lord commands! For many shall say on that day, "Lord! Lord!" and I will know you not.
False doctrines, spreading lies like a virus upon the land, you speak of dreams, not of I, but of your own depraved minds, speaking forth lies to gain attention of men, rather than seeking the approval from I, your God.
Repent of your ways, now. Charge into the battlefield! For I despise those who come in my name, yet do not raise the banner of truth, in fear of what the world shall speak.
I say it is wiser to fear I, Yahweh, than the mere words of a wicked nation. Judgment is upon you, slowly sweeping through the land. Honor me in all your ways and I shall shelter you. Continue to bask in your laziness and no refuge shall be found.
Repent now; throw dust upon your head and seek forgiveness this day."
Lord Jesus, crucified, have mercy on us. . .
(2) Romans 12:19: " 19] Revenge not yourselves, my dearly beloved; but give place unto wrath, for it is written: Revenge is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord."