Lamentation Over Mars Hill Church

Oh Shiloh, Shiloh, where have you gone? What desolations have you become! Your altars once gathered under one have been divided and given to others. For before the early child could speak a word, or ever a word was formed on her tongue, Mars Hill Church has reached her end, declares the Lord of hosts. As Shiloh was overthrown and her sanctuary cast out before the people, so has the house of worship built by the hands of man met her end. She that was full of people, renowned among the nations, how is she brought to nothing; for she has rejected the word of the Lord meant for her good. He has thrown down and not pitied in the day of her dispersions. Her shepherd has been stricken, her leaders have departed, her people have scattered. He Who is holy has shut the door, turned the key, and locked it behind Him. It shall not be opened--no, not by any man.

God has leveled the hill that exalted itself; He has made low the high places. The unplumb walls of her building have buckled beneath her weight.  Her shallow foundation could not support the structure she built. For her boasting in men, over abundance in plenty, and her strong arm have all been broken, because she would not give heed. She paid no attention to the Holy One Who called her to attention, Whose ways were dismissed that she might walk in her own ways, only to stumble on the high place. She shall hear the perpetual scorn of men who have despised her, rejoicing in her end. The good news of Shiloh's house in desolation is the promise of One Whose house cannot be overthrown--no, not by the gates of hades, nor by the hands of men! He shall come Whose right it is to announce peace to the nations, He Who humbles the exalted and exalts the humble.

The shepherd who abused the sheep has himself been disabused. The opprobrium of Mars Hill Church and her shepherd will remain, and her scorn will be remembered for generations to come. For I the Lord Almighty, sovereign in all My ways, have determined to reform the doctrine in her midst that deceives the people about Who I am and My ways with man. I have reckoned with the falsehood perpetuated by the humbled hill, made low by her own ways. Her divided heart, her distant gaze, and her false security have been her disgrace. Will the remnant of her heritage give heed?

See the plumbline in My hand, behold where I stand, even before the threshold of a door that I have shut on Mars Hill Church, who now shall bear a shameful brand. Pastor Mark Driscoll would not hear, his glory turned to shame. He stood in overmuch gain, his reputation is now turned to ill fame. The builder who began to build failed to count the cost and could not complete the work he set out to accomplish.

Let tears run down her cheeks, for her children are no more; they have departed from their mother that bore them. The portent performed for her has been realized. She has been stripped and made bare for many to see; disgusted at her nakedness, they cast out her name as a byword, for she has rejected My word, says the Lord. My love for you requires your end. My redemption requires your devastation. Thus she has reached her end, Mars Hill Church is brought to her full end.