EMERGENCY LETTER TO MY BRIDE

EMERGENCY LETTER TO MY BRIDE
From your Betrothed, Jesus Christ – July 4, 2025

I don’t know exactly what’s gotten into you. You’ve been ghosting me for so long. I tried every way to reason with you, to show you what I needed, but you just insisted on your own way, sure that were always right. In the beginning I called you – and you answered. You promised me that you would be a good wife to me, that you would bind my wounds and comfort me after all I’ve been through – mostly for you. But the enemy was right there, just like in the Garden. “Surely he wouldn’t ask you to give up what YOU want?! Surely he would want you to be happy!” He bewitched you and turned you against me. Was I not enough? Did you go hungry? Why do you think you are smarter and can run things better than I can?

I left you many letters about what I wanted. I wrote down everything just in case you would do this and refuse to answer your phone. You didn’t just block my number – you convinced yourself and everyone you could that I didn’t even have a phone and couldn’t call you! Then you hired people to reinterpret and paraphrase my letters to suit you.

You use my family name and you tell everyone that you’re My Bride. My family name still has clout and prestige – but the truth is that you left me for another and are whoring around with him. That lying snake, convicted thief and killer, that worm from the dirt, flirted with you and told you how much easier and better life would be if you would just listen to him more. Oh, he’s sneaky, that one! He told everybody that he was going to do whatever he had to do to get into your pants – and he has. You want what you want – and he promised it to you.

And off you went to build a house with your own hands. Unashamed to steal from me to do it. And it’s a sad, pitiful little shack you’ve built in the middle of worldliness, pretending that my Father told you to do it and that HE will bless it. Oh, you’re so deluded.

I love you. I always have. Through all the fighting against me, spitting on other people, not loving like you should, being unmerciful and impatient and outright disobedient – I still have always loved you. I’ve apologized for you. I’ve paid off stupid debts that you should have never incurred. I’ve even took shots from my Father that you earned.

All of that said, you’re a whore. You’re an adulterous, self-righteous, narcissistic, lying, prideful, blind, pharisaical, self-interested, controlling, greedy whore that loves the world. Your word can’t be trusted at all. People just laugh at your big statements about who you are and what you’re going to do.

Please, Dear Heart, I’m not writing this letter to scold you. I want you back desperately! But Dad is really pissed! I’ve been through this over and over with you for 2000 years. I’ve written to you. I’ve sent people to talk to you – and you ignore or kill them. I’ve even sent dreams and visions and conviction. Every once in awhile you’ll snap out of it and we’ll be happy for a moment and we can get things done! (Oh, how I loved your Moravian dress! Even that leather outfit when you were just “Friends.” And I thought you looked really hot the first time I saw you in that Salvation Army uniform!) But then you forget about me, spin up into a denomination, a sect, a faction – and it breaks my heart again.

It’s like every 50 years or so I have to come try to get you to repent and try to reignite the fire between us. Then I get to watch you forget about me again and go back to the world. You’re like a she camel that goes into heat and starts sniffing the wind – and no fence can contain her. Her lovers don’t have to look for her, she’ll find them.

You’ve made me sit here alone and watch while you sucked the dicks of every purpose driven, lifeway, seeker friendly, prosperity, gold dust, cell church, best life now, messianic, reform, fundraising consultant fad that has come along. Never in all of history has the Jezebel been so empowered! You’ll chase anything that will grow your house and pay your bills.

STOP PRETENDING that it has anything to do with ME! STOP PRETENDING that it has anything to do with saving souls! If you cared about their eternal life you’d get yourself right and you’d preach HOLINESS and SIN. You’re an entertainer putting on shows and pep talking depressed people for money. You are ashamed of the Cross and all that it means. You don’t want to die to self – you love yourself too much and you preach it to others. Making promises of how I will bless them if they will just bless YOU more!

Oh, you make me weep, Dear Heart. How many times have we been through this? And I’m still here, still believing that the Father can fix you – because I gave up awhile ago and just let you leave with your new boyfriend – your new “ministry partner” – that worm from the dirt.

But I’m writing you this Emergency Letter because I’ve never seen Dad worked up like this. He’s been pretty calm all these years when you misbehaved – even hunting and killing other Body parts because they didn’t agree with you on something stupid. But He is FED UP. I would keep taking the shots for you, keep bleeding – and forgiving. But He says this is it! Time is up!

Listen, Dear Heart, if you don’t drop all this breaking up into teams nonsense, if you don’t start LISTENING and SUBMITTING to ME ONLY, then HE is going to spank the stuffing out of you. I’m trying not to be too graphic, but He’s talking like He’s going to go all Old Testament on you. Plagues, earthquakes, persecution, martyrdom and worse. I’ve never seen Him like this.

I’m trying to warn you but I don’t honestly think you can hear me. You never really listened to me and submitted to me before. I mean, maybe in the very beginning when Father called you and put a love in your heart for me. That was so great! When we were really a team and I just KNEW that you would love like me, forgive like me, sacrifice like me, endure like me. But then you decided you were smarter and faster then me – and it all crashed and burned.

You’re so far gone now that it’s hard for me to even believe we could ever get back to the good times. If it wasn’t for the tiny little righteous remnant, that little shard of you, that is still standing with me and loves me all the way, I don’t know how I could face another day.

But Dad says that He can do it. That’s so terrifying! He’s going to pull out all the stops on you if you don’t knock this off – and quick! You need to hit your face RIGHT NOW and wail! I mean it! You need to take a good hard look at “churchianity” all over the world – the waste, the fraud, the lies, the wealth accumulated, the doctrines of demons that are rampant, the division – and you need to acknowledge that YOU built this is in MY name – and you need to wail and mourn. You need to find every person that the machinery of religion in My Name has hurt and GROVEL before them! Tell them YOU did this, not ME. You’ve got to stop and make this right!

Oh, and in case you don’t think that you did it and you weren’t like that – then you SAW it and didn’t do enough to stop it! No one gets off the hook! Read Ezekiel 9. Either you get a mark on your forehead RIGHT FREAKIN’ NOW for wailing and mourning about the sad state of the church – or else you will be one of the dead bodies piled up in a defiled temple, where you will be food for whatever dark bird wants to feast on your stinking, rotting carcass.

You’ve GOT to walk holy! Preach the Cross! Preach Sin! Romans 12:1-2 – offer our bodies as the sacrifice, HOLY, pleasing and acceptable. Then STOP conforming to the pattern of this world and “churchianity.” Only THEN will you know what is His perfect will! Get them FULL of the Holy Spirit. Seek the gifts. Use them properly. I Peter 4:10 – be good distributors/dispensers one INTO another of the manifold gifts (charisma). Train them up to endure persecution, to expect it and to rejoice through it. Teach them to love everyone no matter what – and to care for the poor.

The world is going to be on fire soon. And it’s to refine YOU, Dear Heart. You brought this on the world. You’re not getting out of this. And you’ll be beautiful when He’s done with you.

What you have never understood – or understood and rejected – is that you’re not just My Bride, you’re also the spiritual body of Christ. Which means that YOU have to go through the same stuff that I did. You don’t get dressed in white without wrinkle or spot without having DIED first!

Oh, and you died. You got chopped up into tiny pieces, bled down the Via Dolorosa and were crucified. Don’t worry about some future falling away! You are fully fallen! All that is missing is a realization of how dead you are. The repentance that flows from you seeing yourself through My Eyes, through My Father’s eyes, is your only hope.

We must be equally yoked, a matched set of oxen to pull through the final harvest. Before this is over you’re going to look like me! Loving, patient, kind, sacrificial, forgiving, merciful, even to interceding for those killing you. You will be a martyr, as I was. And you’ll be bloody.

So I’m writing you to warn you to prepare your heart. Dad is going to raise up that tiny righteous remnant in you that isn’t sticky and filthy with the cum of the world. They are going to preach fire and destruction to all the systems of man that infected you. They are surgeons that love you and just want to cut away all the diseased, rotting parts. They are necessary and for your good. If you ignore them – or worse, attack them – there will be no hope for you. It will be the end of you.

You are on the wrong foundation and have been for many years. My Bride manifests locally – one body per city – with local elders and leaders. Not some pope in Rome or some president in Nashville. Let GO of my people! In every place I will provide leaders and workers. You can resist me and the wisdom of the Father, but it’s coming whether you like it or not.

It took a long time for you to get this bad, so it’s either a long period of healing and restoration – which we’ve tried and never works because you have less than a 50 year attention span – or the Father just whacks you real hard, real fast and gets it over with. He’s had enough – so that’s the plan. Rip the band-aid off quick. With it is going to go everything that you built in your own power. Worldwide. This is not a warning to America or the West – it’s ALL coming down.

In all your theology, all your hermeneutics and apologetics, you missed something I said that was really important and might have kept you out of this mess: Unless you come to Me like a little child, you cannot receive the Kingdom of Heaven. I repeated it over and over. I showed you examples like Abraham and David and Joshua and Caleb and Gideon and Deborah and Elijah and so many more! But you built seminaries offering “faith like a belligerent, know-it-all teenager” degrees! You are not David facing Goliath. You are David looking out at Bathsheba trying to justify lust and murder.

Oh, Dear Heart! How I weep for you! I’ve cried rivers! And I would keep putting up with you forever, surviving on the hopes of a moment of real love or the sighting of that little righteous remnant. But Dad has had enough. I don’t know when I’ll get to come get you and wipe off all the greasy fingerprints of the world, the blood and guts and stench – but it’s coming. But it FOR SURE won’t be until all of this nonsense is beaten out of you once and for all.

You’re going to be so humble and broken, so aware of the MASSIVE scale of your sin, that you will LEAP into my arms at the first sight of Me and you will never doubt again that you exist FOR ME. That your job is to submit in love because you will finally know who I AM and the enemy will finally be under your feet. This ride can’t end until Eve, until the Bride, repents, gets up on the altar naked (and holy), stops conforming to the world, gets her head cut off, gets MY head grafted on – and then she will have the mind of Christ. This ride does not stop until Eve undoes what Eve did. Until she can PROVE that she’s learned her lesson once and for all! That she’s never going to listen to the worm tell her that she’s smarter than me. What she’s going to have to go through will – must – permanently burn it into her that I AM the Boss.

Oh, but doesn’t the world resent talk like that! Surrender? Subservience? Obedience? Letting someone else control you? How dare they assert that they know best?! Oh, how well the worm has trained you all! That even the God that created you can’t possibly know better than you. There is more pride and jezebel loose in this world then ever in history!

I’m warning you, Dear Heart. I don’t think you’ll hear me, but it’s coming and it’s going to be horrifyingly painful – and permanent. Find the righteous remnant and listen to them!

I’m here. I love you. But you earned this.

Jesus Christ

(Isaiah 30, Ezekiel 9)

transcribed by Doug Perry