A letter from today’s believer

Dear Churches,

(A letter from today’s believer)

We were born into sermons that rhyme

Pompous preachers with one line

Into voices lifted high

With mottos, creeds and traditional ties

We learned early

How to spot a script

The suit, the applause, the pulpit…

The polished grin—

The jokes, the stories,

the entertainment

You gave us stained glass

But not stained hearts

You gave us communion

Without community

You gave us religion

But not relationship

We watched you say “amen” on Sunday

And “whatever” on Monday

We saw behind the curtain

The performance, the praise

The fakeness behind the crowds gaze

While by the eloquent preacher they sat amazed

And we said,

“No thanks.”

As we left with a nod

Then you accused us of not being true followers of God

But the truth of the matter is

We’re just no longer followers of tradition

We’re not lost

We’re just tired of maps

That lead to men

instead of Him

We’ve seen enough filters, enough fake appeal

We’re done with the surface, we want something real

Raw and unedited, nothing concealed,

A faith that can change us, and our sinful nature healed

Not your traditions that shackle and bind

Not sermons that leave the broken behind

Not churches that give lip service

but their hearts are not nigh

We’re seeking a God not just on Sundays

Worship is not just on one day

Give us the Jesus

Who wept,

Who through the storms, slept

The God who walked dusty roads,

Who flipped tables,

Who touched lepers,

Who sweat blood in the garden

And died so my sin may be pardoned

We’re sick of the ism’s, Theology proper

Denominations

No more church hoppers

Not the crowd—

But the cross

Not the hype—

But the Holy

Not just religion—

But God’s Word solely

We’re not walking away

We’re walking toward what’s real

The customs of religion to us

No longer appeals

So don’t entertain us

We don’t want religious talk

We don’t use words like

Thou, thy and thus

Don’t sell us a brand

Just show us the Lamb

Don’t preach perfection

Cause we all fall short

We’re not asking for easy

We’re asking for support

We’ll kneel if He’s there

We’ll stay if He’s real

It’s not about us, our likes and dislikes

It’s about doing His will