Unadulterated Satan

Unadulterated Satan: What the Pulpit Is Preaching Is Not God

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The first thing that must be confronted is that not everything said in a pulpit is from God. Just because a man stands behind a podium and opens a Bible doesn’t mean he speaks with the breath of the Ruach Elohim—the Spirit of God. There is another spirit at work in this world, and yes, it has infiltrated churches and synagogues and turned them into dens of vipers.

Paul warned of this very thing in 2 Corinthians 11:13–15:
“For such men are false apostles, deceitful workers, disguising themselves as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. So it is no surprise if his servants also disguise themselves as servants of righteousness.”

The Greek word for masquerade or disguise here is metaschematizō—meaning to change the outward form, to shape-shift, to pose. That’s what’s happening. These preachers aren’t preaching repentance. They’re preaching rage. They’re not holding a mirror to the soul through Scripture—they’re crafting weapons from the Word and throwing them at their fellow man. They are not shepherding. They are spewing. And it is undiluted satanic.

If you hear a preacher use the Bible to justify hatred against the Jews—God's covenant people—you can be certain that man does not speak from the Spirit of God. Romans 11 still stands. The natural branches, the Jews, are beloved for the sake of the fathers. God’s promises to Abraham were never revoked, and He grafted Gentiles in alongside, not in replacement.

The Hebrew word chesed means lovingkindness—covenant faithfulness. This is the defining attribute of God again and again in the Tanakh. If the words coming out of a pulpit have no chesed, then the God of Israel is not being represented. It doesn't matter if they wave a Bible in the air—if they don't carry His Spirit, they’re just clanging cymbals.

Because the time for niceties is over. We are no longer whispering in the back pew hoping someone else says it louder. We are standing on the altar of the broken Temple and crying out, Ichabod—the glory has departed from the counterfeit church. And if nobody else will flip the tables again, we will.

You want to see how God reacts to religious leaders who use His name to abuse His people? Open your Bible to Ezekiel 34. The entire chapter is a rebuke from God Himself. Not to pagans. Not to outsiders. But to shepherds. Pastors. Leaders. He says:

“Woe to the shepherds of Israel who feed themselves! Should not the shepherds feed the flock? You eat the fat and clothe yourselves with the wool… but you do not feed the sheep.”

And then He says this:

“My sheep were scattered because there was no shepherd, and they became food for all the beasts of the field.”

That’s what’s happening right now. Wolves have entered in. And the sheep are being devoured by the very mouths that were supposed to guard them. What do you think God will do? You think He’s going to stay silent forever? The same chapter says:

“Behold, I am against the shepherds, and I will require My flock at their hand.”

Did you hear that? He says He will require His flock at their hand. That means judgment is coming to those who used their platform to spit venom while wearing a collar. Who piled burdens on God’s people while refusing to lift a finger themselves. Who stood in the pulpits of American churches and declared curses on the Jewish people—the very root of the olive tree we were grafted into!—as if they had never read Romans 11 in their life.

You think God’s going to let that slide? No. Not the God I know. Not the One who said, “I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse those who curse you.” He doesn’t play.

You hate the Jews? You hate Israel? Then you don’t know the God of the Bible. Period. Full stop. The Hebrew word yada means more than to know. It means to be intimate with, to be joined, to be covenantally connected. And if you hate the people God joined Himself to by eternal covenant, then don't tell me you know Him. You don't.

You’re not preaching Jesus. You’re preaching anti-Messiah. That spirit is already in the world, and it's slithering its way through churches that shout “hallelujah” while secretly hoping Israel falls. That is satanic to the core. That is Babylon, not Zion. That is the whore, not the bride.

You who use God’s name to rail against the broken—God sees.
You who call others heretics because they don’t vote like you—God hears.
You who twist Scripture to puff yourself up while crushing the bruised reed—God remembers.
You who applaud war but never weep for widows—God weeps.
You who curse His covenant people and call it prophecy—God curses back.

This is not a game. We are inches from the end of the age, and if you’re still playing dress-up in the devil’s robes pretending to be righteous, the fire will reveal it. And your whole platform will burn with it.

God is raising voices that are not afraid of your titles. Not impressed with your “ministries.” Not interested in stroking your egos while you slaughter His sheep. We are not flinching anymore. We have seen too many souls left bleeding in the aisles while pastors toast themselves for another sermon “well delivered.”

This generation is sick of the show. Sick of the arrogance. Sick of the lies dressed up like sermons. And God is too.

You’ve turned His sanctuary into a stage. His Word into a weapon. His Son into a slogan. And His Spirit into a ghost that no longer visits, because you have grieved Him one too many times.

You preach about fire, but you wouldn’t recognize the Holy Fire if it stood in front of your pulpit and burned it to ash.

You say you serve Jesus—but He never hated the way you hate. He never cursed the way you curse. And He sure never applauded a crowd for clapping louder at judgment than at mercy.

You’re not speaking for God.
You’re not speaking for Truth.
You are channeling something ancient, something vile, something that wants to mimic God while tearing down His image in others.

It is undiluted satanic. And it must be cast out.

We don’t need more churches with smoke machines. We need churches where the smoke of God’s glory chokes out every unclean word spoken from the pulpit.

We don’t need more pastors who preach power. We need pastors who tremble.

We don’t need leaders who build ministries. We need servants who wash feet.

We don’t need more doctrines. We need the dabar Elohim—the word of God that slices between soul and spirit and leaves us weeping on holy ground.

So here’s your warning: If you are preaching hatred, repent now. Because the line is being drawn. And when God cleans house, it won’t be with a feather duster. It’ll be with fire.

He is coming for a spotless Bride.
Not a slandering bride.
Not a self-righteous bride.
Not a political bride.
Not a bloodthirsty bride.

A spotless Bride.
Washed in love.
Sealed in truth.
Marked by mercy.
And burning with His fire, not yours.

Malachi 3 speaks like thunder against what we are seeing now:

“Behold, I am sending My messenger, and He will prepare the way before Me. And the Lord, whom you seek, shall suddenly come to His temple—yes, the Messenger of the covenant, in whom you delight. Behold, He shall come,” says the Lord of hosts.

But He doesn’t stop there. He asks the question that should shake every false shepherd to their bones:

“But who can endure the day of His coming? And who shall stand when He appears? For He is like a refiner’s fire, and like fullers’ soap.”

Who can endure it?

Not the ones who used pulpits to destroy.
Not the ones who devoured the sheep.
Not the ones who lied and called it “discernment.”
Not the ones who mocked God’s people and called it “prophetic.”
Not the ones who made alliances with hell and dared call it “holy.”

He will sit as a refiner and a purifier of silver. That means everything false burns. Not just the obvious wickedness of the world—but the polished, platformed, professional, religious rot that wears a suit and calls itself “anointed.”

He is not fooled by stage lights. He is not moved by applause.
He is coming for a bride—not a business.

You want to know what scares me? Not the lost. Not the world. Not even the persecutors.
What scares me is the thought that when Jesus shows up, most of the modern church might not even recognize Him. Because they’ve spent so long listening to wolves bark Scripture in their ears, they forgot what the Shepherd sounds like.

And yet the Shepherd is coming.

He is coming to purify the sons of Levi—the priests, the leaders, the ones who were supposed to offer righteous offerings, not self-promotion and venom. He is coming to judge suddenly, to cut between false and true, to expose what man’s eyes cannot see.

And do you know what Malachi says after that?

“Then shall the offering of Judah and Jerusalem be pleasant to the Lord, as in the days of old, as in former years.”

Do you get it?

Once the filth is burned out of the priesthood…
Once the false shepherds are removed…
Once the altars are cleared of dead men’s bones…
Then the offering becomes beautiful again.

We cannot have beauty without purging.
We cannot have purity without fire.
We cannot have peace without war against what is evil.

This is not just about calling out wrong. It’s about making room for what is right.
It’s about cleansing the House of God so the Spirit of God can return.

The Hebrew word for purify here is ṭāhēr—it means more than just clean. It means to be made right for use in worship, to be ritually acceptable before the Holy One. That is what this is all about. The Church—both Jew and Gentile—must be purified so that we can offer worship again that doesn’t stink in Heaven.

Because right now, there are songs being sung that make angels weep. There are sermons being preached that make demons cheer. There are altars with no fire—only fog machines and hollow clapping—and God will have none of it.

He wants truth in the inward parts.
He wants a people who fear His name more than their own reputation.
He wants love that bleeds, not just words that impress.

And He will have it. Because He is coming.

So let the fake flee. Let the wolves scatter. Let the thrones of pride crumble.
Because the King is coming suddenly to His Temple.

And when He comes…

Who will stand?

THE KING IS COMING!!! BELIEVE IT OR NOT.

 Hebrews 10:31

 

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