You're in for a surprise, you people longing for the Day of the Lord to come. You sigh, expecting escape and relief...
You have no idea what you're wishing for! That will be a day of terror not delight. From the frying pan into the fire. From the fire into the flood. The Day of the Lord will be terrifying—dark and hopeless and joyless…
The Lord says 'I hate all your showing off, your pretense—the hypocrisy of your worship services and praise concerts.
‘I don't accept your offerings; your "sacrificial giving" doesn't impress me. Away with your noisy praise bands! Put away your bands and your banners and your projectors...
‘Instead, I want to see an outpouring of justice, an endless river of right living. I don't need your amplifiers to hear what's in your heart.
‘You haven't been serving Me—your grand displays have all been about serving yourselves. So don't be surprised to find yourself separated from Me.’
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