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 Take Responsibility for Your Soul – Stop Coppin’ Out on God!

Scriptural Anchor: “Seek the Lord while He may be found; call upon Him while He is near.” – Isaiah 55:6

Today, we’re not here to play church. We’re not here to dress up, pass the plate, and walk out feeling’ good about nothin’. We’re here to face the truth—raw, unfiltered, and straight from the throne of the Almighty. I’m talkin’ about responsibility—the weight of your soul in your hands. And I’m callin’ out the cop-out—the lie you tell yourself when you trade God’s truth for a Sunday show. So sit up, open your hearts, and let’s get real with God today!

You Know the Lies in Your Gut!

Every Sunday, you sit in these pews, singing’ hymns, clapping’ hands, and nodding’ along to a preacher sweating’ and hollering’. But deep down, your spirit whispers: This ain’t it. You know—by instinct, by the spark God placed in you—that what you’re hearing’ ain’t always the truth about God. You feel it when the sermon’s more about the plate than paradise. You sense it when the preacher can’t articulate nothin’ about the Almighty except a recycled story that don’t feed your soul. And yet, you stay silent. You clap. You say, “That was a good word!” But if I asked you, “What was good about it?”—what you gon’ say? Silence. Your mind goes blank, ‘cause God don’t co-sign a lie!

That’s the cop-out, family. It’s the easy road—showin’ up, lookin’ fly, givin’ your money, and callin’ it faith. But faith ain’t a fashion show! Faith ain’t a social club! Faith is you standin’ naked before the One who made the clouds march like slaves, who puts you to death at night and resurrects you in the mornin’ if He deems it so! Faith is responsibility—ownin’ your journey to paradise, not handin’ it over to some liar on God who can’t even live what he preaches!

The Preachers Ain’t Savin’ You!

Let’s talk about these so-called “men of God.” You know who I’m talkin’ about—the ones who only mention God when they have to, who twist His name into a devil’s manifesto, preaching’ about drinking’ blood and eating’ flesh like it’s a satanic ritual! They stand up here, sweating’ like pig eaters, hollering’ for 45 minutes about a “spirit” they don’t even feel. And you clap for it! You call it a move of God! But where’s the power? Where’s the man of God who raises the dead? Who turns slave chains into gold ones? Who don’t beg for your money or sneak a glance at your wife when you ain’t lookin’?

Too many of these preachers are predators or pretenders—closeted in their sins, chasin’ women, or worse, betraying’ the boys they claim to mentor. They’re not breathing’ and living’ God—they’re actin’! And you’re paying’ for the performance! You’re dressing’ up like you’re going’ to the bar, passing’ the plate, and leaving’ empty, ‘cause they can’t give you what they don’t have. A true man of God don’t need your applause or your dollars—he shames the seductress, honors your wife like you’re standing’ right there, and points you to the Almighty alone. But these mirage-makers? They’re leading’ you to sand in a desert, not the livin’ water God promised!

Stop Lyin’ to Yourself!

Now, let’s turn the mirror on us. Why do we keep fallin’ for it? Why do we let these liars on God fool us? ‘Cause it’s easier to cop out than to stand up. It’s easier to dress up, shout “Jesus,” and dance in the aisle than to ask, “What am I really learning’ about God?” It’s easier to follow the crowd than to seek the truth alone. But God ain’t in the crowd, family! God is in the quiet of your soul, in the pages of His word, in the clouds He commands, in the shadows He places around you like prison guards to witness your deeds!

You’re lying’ to yourself when you say that sermon was good but can’t explain why. You’re lyin’ when you give your money to a man who don’t know God and call it blessing’ your soul. You’re lyin’ when you trust sinners to pray for you instead of calling’ on the only Savior—Almighty God, alone! If you believed in God for real, you wouldn’t need nobody else’s prayers. You’d know all things come from God—grace, healin’, victory! If God deems a thing, nothin’ can stop it. If God denies a thing, nothin’ can force it. So why you leanin’ on broken reeds when you got the Rock of Ages?

Take Responsibility for Your Soul!

Here’s the charge, church: Take responsibility for your soul! Stop coppin’ out! Stop waiting’ for Sunday to meet God—live and breathe Him every day! Get in His word yourself—don’t let no preacher spoon-feed you lies. Study the scriptures, from Genesis to Revelation, and let God speak to you direct. Look at the world He made—the clouds, the stars, the way He resurrects the dead land with rain from above. That’s the proof of His power, not some sweatin’ showman beggin’ for your tithes!

Responsibility means questioning’ what don’t sit right. If the preacher’s talkin’ more about money than paradise, walk away. If the sermon don’t give you soul instruction for your journey, it’s noise, not truth. Responsibility means living’ with integrity—treating’ others right, resisting’ temptation, and trusting’ God alone. Don’t worship no dead man who couldn’t save himself! Worship the One who makes your heart beat, who sets your shadows to guard you, who promises paradise to those who seek Him sincerely!

The Cost of the Cop-Out

Let me warn you: the cop-out comes with a price. When you trade truth for tradition, you’re left empty. When you trust liars instead of God, you’re left helpless. You’ll dance and shout on Sunday, but when trouble comes, you’ll be calling’ on sinners to pray for you, provin’ you’re Godless in your heart. And when God’s protection lifts—when you see the fruit of leanin’ on mirages—you’ll wish you’d sought the only Savior from the start.

Don’t let it come to that, family. God is near now. His truth is available now. But you gotta choose it. You gotta reject the easy road and walk the narrow path. You gotta stop chasin’ the mirage of fruits and water in the desert and run to the livin’ water God’s already provided.

A Call to True Worship

So today, I’m callin’ you to true worship. Worship the One who commands the clouds, who resurrects you every morning’, who sees every deed you do. Worship Him by taking’ responsibility for your faith. Read His word. Question what don’t add up. Live His truth, not man’s lies. And trust in Him alone—Almighty God, the only Savior, the One who deems all things.

Let’s stop the cop-out, church. Let’s stop dressing’ up for nothin’, passin’ plates for predators, and praisin’ sermons that don’t feed us. Let’s start living’ and breathing’ God—every day, every moment, every breath. And when we do, we’ll find the strength to walk toward paradise, unshaken by the liars, the haters, or the mirages of this world.

Will You Answer the Call?

So I ask you: Will you take responsibility for your soul? Will you seek God alone, or keep coppin’ out with the crowd? The choice is yours, but the clock is ticking’. God’s watchin’, and your shadows are bearing’ witness. Choose truth. Choose faith. Choose the Almighty. And let’s walk this journey together, not to a Sunday show, but to the paradise He’s promised.

Praise be to Allah, the One who deems all things!