Woe to you Laodicea. You continue to travel over land and sea, to preach in My name. To 'convert' the masses. You continue to race from conference to conference, to keep up with your friends, but you have forgotten to take Me with you. Did I not say that My Kingdom is within you? My Temple is within you? I have offered gold to you, but you have chosen the darkness. You crawl around in the dark, unable to understand My Words. O you understand dark sentences, you dirty cups! Clean and having a form of religion on the outside, but inside you are a relic of dead mens bones. A sepulchre, just like your ancestors. Unable to hear Me calling to you. Woe to you! Your house is left desolate and you shall not see Me again until you say, 'blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord'. O Jerusalem, how long will you kill My prophets? How long will you scourge the messengers which I have sent to you? O how deaf you are to My Words, Laodicea. Deaf and dumb. Overtaken by your own pride and arrogance. Your refusal to submit to Me. To sup with Me. I have been calling you. Beckoning you to come to Me, so that I can feed you. But you are not interested. O you have prevented My people from entering into My Kingdom, with your false man-made doctrines. And yet, you still continue to defy Me in this late hour. This final hour has come upon you like a thief in the night. Like the famine which is now upon you. And when you come searching for My Words, they will be hidden from you. You will not sit with Me on My throne. You will not rule and reign with Me. You have refused My correction, My chastisement, as I correct every son which I love. No, you are a rebellious, stiff-necked generation, obsessed with self and being correct, to your own detriment, your own loss of rewards. You have built on clay, wood and hay. You have not built on the rock. The Rock of Ages. You are not worthy to escape. You are found wanting. You have been weighed and judgment is final. I Am that I Am. 

I come quickly. I rule and reign with My rod of iron. With flames of fire do I judge and tread the winepress with the fierceness of My anger, My wrath. But you, O Philadelphia, rule and reign alongside Me. My precious, beloved, beautiful bride. You have given yourself for Me. Like a precious, rare, and costly jewel. A jewel in My crown. Together we sort, separate the wheat from the tares. My banquet awaits. My supper has been prepared, lavished with every costly thing. How can these things be? I told you to come higher. My ways are not your ways. My thoughts are far higher than yours. My understanding runs deeper than you know. Keep up with Me. Walk in time with My steps. Stay close by My side, as My will, will be done on Earth, as it is in Heaven. For I have chosen My Israel. I have My chosen people. But I come for My spotless bride. Do you understand My Words? The choice is still yours. Do you choose to walk in My footsteps? My precious Smyrna? My beautiful bride! The blood cries from the alter and there is still more blood to come. I Am waiting for you. I Am patient. I Am kind and gentle. But time is not on our side. The beast makes war and I must protect My bride. My Words are faithful and true. And I will not leave you for the vultures. I will not leave you for the beast to trod upon. No, I told you that I Am coming for you and you will now be compelled to come in. Submit to Me. Those who are last, will be first. Let go of the world. The time is now. Give it all up for Me. Put your trust in Me, your faith only in Me. I will not leave you. Even as I hear you calling, I will rescue you. I alone can save you. Grab My hand. Let go of the world and come with Me, into My Kingdom where you belong. To live is Christ, to die is gain. Do not look to man, for I alone am the lover of your soul. Come now. Your saviour, your King of Kings, your Lord of Lords. 

Have I not been calling and calling? Shouting from the rooftops? Come, come to My table? For the marriage of the Lamb has come and few are ready to come in with Me. One by one, they all started making excuses. "I cannot attend because I have to go to a funeral." "I cannot attend because I am with child." "I cannot attend because I have started a new career." "We are just married." "We are going on vacation." These are those, with their heads buried deep in the sand. As in the days of Noah, they proceed to eat and drink, marry and be giving in marriage. They are too busy to see Me. Too busy making their plans for their future. Too busy to see that I Am here, standing before them. Removing their candlesticks. Yes, many were called, invited. Not many responded when the call went out. Yet still, there is room at My banquet and they will be compelled to come in. Confusion and man-made doctrines, have taken a hold of the men. They have been completely blinded to the Truth. What are they waiting for? Not Me, I tell you. They are waiting for a fairytale ending. A glamorous, climactic end-scene, to the story of the universe. Well that is not My story. That is the story in someone else's book. I told you to follow after Darby, if you want to follow after Darby. I told you to follow after your leaders, if you want to follow after your leaders. Yes, I see that you have made your choice. You chose man, over Me. For this is not from the pages of My book. Did they ever read My ending? Did they ever open Revelation? The blessing found in those pages, was only discovered by few. Those who sold everything and searched for it like buried treasure, in a huge open field. How sad Laodicea. You did not overcome. You will not rule and reign with Me. You will not sit down on My throne with Me. No, your authority was removed, along with your candlestick. I have given your position to those of My choosing. Those who have My mark. Those who follow Me, wherever I go. I told you to come out of her. Come out of man-made religion. I hate your religion. You follow man. You follow the beast. You were deceived by these wicked, evil men. I am waiting for you to cover your nakedness. Your garments are not white, not spotless before Me. You will go through this great tribulation, Laodicea. And I will write My story, conclude My story, the way it is written in My book. I Am the author. I Am the beginning and I Am the end. And I have spoken.