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It was a rhetorical question that no one answered

"It's a pile of dirty rags Everyone of you who stepped past those doors thispile of rags This is the house of praise people! Telland meditated on the majesty of God? Which one of you caarment of praise? Is God not worthy of praise? Is not your purpose, your created purpose, that transcends everything else, to bring praise, honor and glory to the Creator of us all? Where are your hearts? Have you remembered what Jesus did for you on the cross or have you coless ritual? That's right Meaningless ritual! You have becoer of being spewed out as lukeater Rather that you were cold than the quasi-religiosity of tepid poison that you have becodo? To have a fully funded youth prograo do your work for you in Africa? How can you show the world the love of Christ, when you don't even manifest it yourselves? Which of you shook ? Which of you was not offended by my presence in this empty sepulcher? Which of you cared foryou with a tender enough heart to intercede The saard ever since she came in based entirely on herat! Look at yourselves and you will find filth enough to spare There will be no church in this place today! In your day you have become no better than the Jews of Jesus's day, whom He drove out from the Temple with a whip for they hadA place of talk and not prayer Where the cry of ahis wares was to be heard over any cry of praise Shame on you all for you have turned the Divine co of vanity! Into the sound of false praise!"

I stepped backward and lifting an electric guitar out of its rack I stepped forward and flung it to fall on the floor before the stage, "To those of you who still bring your Bibles and take the ti, a pleasantry of the lips, but a sincere and broken heart' Now get out all of you!"