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Just wondering this afternoon, as I ponder church this morning... do choir directors and worship leaders NOT read the words to some of these worship songs? 

These songs that make no sense whatsoever. 
These songs that some songwriter wrote while in a drunken stupor on Saturday night before and then sang on Sunday morning for the first time. 

Most of them have no scriptural validity, and those that do manage to eke out a tiny measure of sensibility change grammatical structure in the middle of it all. Now the song has even less meaning and absolutely no intrinsic value. The songwriters of the apostasy have done their part to "bring it on"!


Just how far will we digress in worship experience before our spiritual leaders take a stand against such nonsense? Well, I don't think they're going to. Excuse me, I forgot momentarily that we are living in the age of the apostate church. In Laodicea! Such a falling away from our first love (Revelation 3:14-22). Jesus said concerning the church of Laodicea that we are a lukewarm church and— because thou art neither cold nor hot, I will spew you out of my mouth.

Read this chapter again for the first time! The Revelation is written by John on the isle called Patmos for the word of God, and for the testimony of Jesus Christ.

John, the Seer, is on the earth, looking forward through the Church Age. Each of the seven churches of Asia is described by Jesus himself. If you are really interested in where we are in the history of the ages, read about those seven churches and you will see, without a doubt, that we are living in "Laodicea"—yes, the last church, in the last waning moments of the Church Age before Christ returns to catch his Bride away.  I highly recommend this. There are only three pages, only two chapters (Revelation 2 and 3). 

To better understand, if you draw a big circle on a piece of paper and slice it with your pencil like a pie, insert a dispensation for each piece of the pie, you will have eight slices. Seven if you insert the Age of Grace, The Church Age as a parenthetical period in the Dispensation of the Law. 

What's a dispensation? A period of time that has a beginning and whose ending brings judgment. Here are your pie slices (from memory, so if I don't get it exactly like you think it should be, feel free to correct me): 

  • Innocence - from Creation to the Fall
  • Conscience - from the Fall to the Flood
  • Human Government - from the Flood to the Tower of Babel
  • Promise - from the Call of Abraham to the Exodus 
  • Law - from the Exodus to the Cross 
  • (Grace - from Pentecost to the Rapture of the Church—that parenthetical period of time in which we presently live, where Christ is calling out a bride for himself.) 
  • Law Again (Tribulation) - from the Rapture to the Revelation 
  • Kingdom - from the Millennial Reign of Christ to the Great White Throne Judgment
I should say that immediately after all of this... Eternity begins, and He shall reign forever and ever!

In the last slice of the pie before Christ returns, you can draw seven tiny slices within that last slice, representing the seven churches of Asia, and you will see how incredibly close we are to the end of the age as we know it. Historically and Biblically speaking, we have already come through six of the churches and we are at the end of the seventh. If you have studied Church History to any extent, you will be able to understand where we are in relationship to the return of Christ.

Here are the churches in Revelation 2 and 3: 

Ephesus
Smyrna 
Pergamus
Thyatira
Sardis
Philadelphia
Laodicea (We are here!)

Wouldn't you say that is very close? 


I am not weary in well doing. I am not going to quit, because it was not the local church and its weirded-out music that died for my sins. It was Jesus who loved me and died for me. And it was inspired men who wrote the Word of God and who explained perilous times where there would be no misunderstanding.

The Apostle Paul, in his second letter to Timothy made a lot of things clear to us concerning the apostasy, which as I mentioned means falling away, the act of one professing to be a Christian but who deliberately rejects revealed truth. 


We're instructed to forsake not the assembling of ourselves together... but it is getting more difficult every day. Jesus will come. Until then, we press on and we embrace more and more home church moments—for that, too, is a gathering of people who love the Lord—along with what few authentic assembly opportunities we have left. I speak only for myself. True church as we once knew it is fading with the dispensation; however, the apostate church is alive and well.

Come ye out from among them!


Jane Bennett Gaddy, Ph.D.
Romans 1:16  Unashamed of the Gospel of Christ!


I dedicate this post to my precious cousin, Charlotte Crocker Brown, who will share my thoughts. She and I sat through a service some years ago and looked at each other in "wonderment" at the strange and meaningless words to one of the so-called worship songs.

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