Prophecy

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I Go to the Highways and Hedges
Matt.23:15; Luke 14:23

Go out to the highways and hedges, some religious teachers proclaim from lofty pulpits. But why? Is their ultimate goal to see their converts transformed into My likeness, or to make them twice the sons of hell as themselves? And why is it that even as a shark smells blood and zeros in on a victim, religious opportunists can sniff money from afar, and those highways and hedges they scour for converts are more like country clubs? If someone really WERE to walk into your fancy church looking as if he or she had slept under a highway or hedge, how welcome would they be?

Some saints bought the whole deluxe prosperity package being peddled today in My Holy Name. Many have spent countless years “sowing seed”, looking for that illusive harvest that never sprouted up. Instead of bushel baskets overflowing with lots of loot, the devil has shot their baskets full of holes so that the grain they’ve labored so long and hard for has oozed out and been devoured by birds of the air. And this despite the fact that these people have given generously to religious causes. Instead of basking in an earthly land of milk and honey, those well-intentioned faithful givers ended up with a bitter trial to test their faith. Once those precious ones no longer feel like they’re sharing in the collective bliss of their cold congregation, they become more and more isolated, and the warmth of the party gaity grows ever so much colder. Frozen out and disillusioned, many finally leave, not knowing where they’ll end up. Why? Not because those people are inherently brave, but because they could sit in a room surrounded by the smelly skunk atmosphere of snobbery for only so long. To ensure their own spiritual survival they had to leave, lest they acquire that unsavory scent themselves.

Many manage to grow in their personal wilderness. Others remember the way they were treated in their hypocritical congregation. They begin to freeze ME out in retaliation for the way they were frozen out.

Let Me make this quite clear to one and to all: Those “insignificant others” matter much more to Me than they do to you. I shed My very Blood for their sake. Blessed are the poor in spirit, and woe unto those who are full, and so proud of themselves that they say they have need of nothing. I divorce My heart from those who cast out the poor, either overtly or implicitly by their cold, callous neglect. I make no distinction between rich and poor when it comes to placing value on somebody’s soul.

I know so many of you have been hurt, but you can’t hurt the devil back by wounding Me. Let all those who are casting stones at My very memory because hypocrites have hurt them, pause to reflect before renouncing Me or joining an unbiblical cult. Hurtful hypocrites have their own share of repenting to do, but you must also repent and return unto the true Christ of the Bible, that One Who was born in a smelly stable and grew up as a poor Carpenter; that lowly One Who dined with harlots and tax collectors. In these final days before My Appearing I divorce the haughty and the unloving and reject her from being My bride. Let all who are tempted to leave Me remember all I suffered and sacrificed to gain eternal life for them. Let them resolve to sever callous hypocrites from their very concept of Me. Like water off a duck’s back I shall cast them off from Myself like the parasites they are. I shall break off from My own reclaimed ones every soul tie with hurtful hypocrites. They shall look upon those cruel ones from afar, as being utterly detached from them. As for Myself, I shall spit out the very taste of them from My mouth. These cruel games-players have cost me dearly in souls who have wandered away to join cults or otherwise renounced the Name of Christ. I no longer look upon this festering cancer in My Body with mild, tender compassion but with brewing wrath that shall be manifest at the Final Judgment of all sinners and pharisaical hypocrites.

Even a thief and whoremonger will love those who are just the same as himself. Woe unto those who silence the voice of the prophet in their midst, to drive out My revelation word of warning from the church in this final generation. Must My Holy Ghost Fire now reside in the wilderness, rather than within four cold walls? Well, that is where I need to be. That is where I shall finally find My Beloved, that Fair One in Whom My soul delights. I am putting on My traveler’s clothes, taking My staff in hand and going forth into the REAL highways and hedges to search for My own!

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