The Hitmen of Faith

I have seen evil under the sun in our time. A disease with no cure has spread throughout the world. Their victims are prey to deception. The base instinct of unscrupulous men who resemble merciless beasts in the middle of a dark jungle, looking for an unwary person to eat their flesh and lick their blood. They dressed themselves in piety, and covered themselves in garments of innocence. Their words are so soft that they captivate. Their craftiness is sharpened like a sword ready to take life. They are skillful architects of deception. Street magicians who perform tricks to attract audiences who gather asking, “How did he do it? How did he do it?" His followers are stunned, drugged by a bad drug. They believe they see what they are told through the hallucinogens they are given; the same intravenous route through which they were given moral anesthesia. They were left blind in conscience, paralyzed in heart, dead in spirit, bound in soul. But they jump and dance, blinded by euphoria. They ask for more, they are given more. They dress like clowns; the circus never ends. They are clothed in wealth. Their indisputable attraction is greatness. Their incalculable lack is God. Their message is a trapping nebula. Their faces say nothing about themselves for they are mirrors of what everyone wants to see. They are a thorny abyss, but they sell their words like valuable garments. With artifice they divide the work of good men and consume it to add perdition to perdition. They are insensitive hitmen. Dealers of empty ideas, dishonest bosses, dressed in piety who seduce the church of Christ and bind it with promises of the same glory that Jesus rejected in the book of Matthew 4:8-11. They preach to crowds, they twist the truth with impunity. But as in the book of Jude 11,

'Woe to them! For they have gone in the way of Cain, have run greedily in the error of Balaam for profit, and perished in the rebellion of Korah. [The shephard themselves.] They are clouds without water, carried about by the winds; late autumn trees without fruit, twice dead, pulled up by the roots;  raging waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars for whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.'

The Lord will come against them to execute judgment and to convict all the wicked of all the ungodly works that they have done.

Woe to them! Gossipers, complainers, who walk according to their own desires, whose mouth speaks inflated things flattering people to get some benefit.

Flee!

Flee from them!

Do not walk their path!

Depart from there!

For their evil is certain and their misfortune will abound. They will be lost forever! Run from that evil and seek the true message today.