04/29/2026
From the desk of Bishop Harold Moore:
VERY Long Post – Urgent Message for the Church:
The world has been more honest than the church because they live out their truth. Social media, which God intended to use as the new hedges and highways for evangelism, has exposed the hearts of men.
Preachers, let’s be honest: we have all failed God and His children by not preaching the message of Jesus Christ and living lives that are pleasing in God’s sight. Most of us have backslidden, including myself, because God said He would rather we be hot or cold. If you’re lukewarm, it grieves the Lord.
15 “I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were cold or hot.
16 So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth.”
—Revelation 3:15–16 (NKJV)
GOD WANTS US TO PREACH HOLINESS.
We have all compromised, and God is angry. Recently, I was in Africa preaching, and the Lord spoke to me, saying, “This is My last time telling you to preach the unadulterated message of Christ—the only way that leads to salvation and a new life in Him.”
I got saved when I was 19 because my mom had a dream that I was going to die, and it frightened me. I got married when I was 21 because I was still fornicating. I wanted all my friends to be saved, so I started a Bible study in a barbershop. My brother, one of our friends, and I bought a van, and people began getting saved in our community.
Then a pastor sent me a message because I didn’t have a minister’s license, telling me I needed to focus on cutting hair and playing the piano. So I joined the religious church circle, and our revival ended. The “church” killed my zeal.
One of my best friends, who was like a brother to me (Tory Knight), was killed, and it devastated the whole community. So we went back into the streets. Another one of my friends, Cory Kemp, who was also like a brother to me, was murdered. My brother and another minister walked around the football track praying that God would save all of our friends. We were tired of seeing people die.
Religion killed my zeal. I hurt the Lord because I haven’t done what He told me to do. The Lord visited me while I was in Africa and told me this was my last chance, or He would visit my family again with pain.
We have made a mockery of the Lord’s bride. Social media has exposed us, as we have been bickering like preteens, fighting each other instead of preaching the gospel. God is angry.
We didn’t listen when COVID-19 came, and we didn’t listen when storms came and closed our churches. We have failed God and His people, and it’s time to repent.
I had to repent before the Lord for not honoring my oath as a minister—to live a holy, sanctified life as a vessel of honor for His use. I had to apologize to my wife, who has been amazing for 30 years. She stood by me despite my mistakes and never left my side while I was out of alignment with God. She is one of the most loyal, faithful, and virtuous women of God on this planet.
I also had to apologize to my children for failing them by compromising and not preaching holiness or separating myself as a vessel of honor. But I won’t fail God again or them again. As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
I had to stand before my church on Sunday, get on my knees, and ask my church family to forgive me for compromising and not living and preaching as an example of my Lord, Jesus Christ. I won’t fail them again. Zeal for my Father’s house is consuming me.
I’ve lost friends to gun violence. My dad died on the same day my daughter was born. My godson died on my birthday. A young man was shot five times right in front of my house while I was taking my daughter for a ride on her bicycle. The young man was preparing to graduate, and he said, “I don’t want to die, Mr. Harold.”
I was coming home from prayer one night, and a little girl was lying in the road, bleeding to death from a car accident. She was about to die, and the Lord told me to stop and pray for her. She said, “Mr. Harold, I don’t want to die.”
During the Helene storm, my house was destroyed, and it almost killed my wife and daughter. The Lord sent a Christian outreach ministry to rebuild my house, and they didn’t charge me anything. It represents God restoring His house.
Some so-called gospel artists and celebrity preachers take money to preach and sing, setting honorariums, which means they only go where they benefit—not where Christ is needed. As a result, poor communities are often neglected.
God is angry. When you only preach where you prosper, you reveal that you are not working for God—you are working for yourself. That is why there is a lack of fresh worship in America. Some—not all—gospel artists have become like secular artists. They smoke, drink, and fornicate, offering strange fire to the Lord. That is why the Lord has disciplined many of them.
Preaching should be based on a freewill offering. If the church gives you $32, give God praise. If the church gives you $300, give God praise. If the church gives you nothing, still give God praise that the gospel was preached.
God is preparing to judge His church and restore a remnant of people who truly desire Him. Many preachers have become fearful and ineffective. During the pandemic, many hid and did no work.
During that time, after ensuring families and the community were safe, I traveled to Switzerland while repairs were being done on my home. I sent money back to my wife to provide food through food trucks—out of my own pocket. I worked with my city administrator and chief of police and arranged for food trucks, personally spending $6,000 to feed children, asking that no one be told I paid for it.
Lastly, when a Mennonite man gave me the key to my old house, he also gave me a blanket and a Bible. Everything in the house is new, but it still needs walls. The Lord told me to build a church with no walls—no colors, no denomination, no religion—and that if I restore His house, He will restore mine.
