March 5 2011
"Those of you that fatten yourselves upon the flock of God, take heed!
You will feed upon your own fat until you have wasted away;
You who are drunk upon the blood of My sheep,
shall not awaken,
but drown in your own vomit.
For those that have fed themselves from My flock,
yet know not My Fire,
you are already dead;
You shall not awaken,
thus you shall soon know,
even now,
that you are asleep.
Also know this;
I shall send none to awaken you."
says The Lord God of hosts.
"Fools!
The very terrors you have reviled and flaunted,
even now amass,
awaiting the feast set before them,
the fat shepherds not of My flock,
their feast of flesh.
You shepherds of My flock;
You that stumble in your fatness and confusion,
yet still have an ear to listen,
give heed!
You proclaim your lusts as zeal for the Lord!
You make a mockery of the Lord God of hosts.
In your stupor of arrogance,
driven by lust,
you deceive and are deceived.
By decree,
a bribe,
a wink,
a nod of the head,
a gesture of the hand,
you acknowledge agreements made in public,
the covenants contained therein,
kept hidden.
In secret you conspire to increase your flock;
Because of My silence,
you considered Me as in agreement.
Behold! I am against you!" says the Lord God of hosts.
"You have no understanding;
I have not added to your numbers!
You do not guard My flock from the dangers of the night,
from the beasts of the field.
You do not feed the hungry,
care for the poor,
nor make the lame to stand.
The very flock you have been given,
wastes away from neglect.
In your presumption to serve Me as shepherds;
When your motives are guile and lust,
you seek increase.
Blinded by the snare of your own deception,
you make the flock given you to become as easy prey.
As if that were not enough,
you add every manner of beast to your flock,
even the wolf.
Stepping back,
you look upon your work of treachery,
with the satisfaction of pride upon your face;
Calamity is your confidant;
Your close companion.
With a smile,
the comfort assurance of no ill,
rather peace,
the result of your zeal.
In your stupor of mixed drink,
you fail to notice that Calamity,
his left hand always behind his back,
wields an unsheathed blade.
Fall on your face now before the Lord God and repent!
Today is the day of decision.
Now is the hour;
Tarry,
and your stupor will overtake you.
And Calamity is swift with the blade.
Put not your hope in mankind.
Trust in the Lord;
For He alone is able to deliver."