We live in a generation that trivializes God—infatuated with visibility. A generation that has traded the weight of eternal truth for the dopamine hit of a shareable image. Theology has been reduced to a slogan. Reverence replaced with relevance. And so, theology becomes a stepping stone to a brand. Bite-sized excerpts of biblical truth become currency for likes and followers. God is reduced to a prop in someone’s quest for influence.

I fear for this generation—not because it is unchurched, but because it is over-churched in the worst possible way. Saturated in toxic cultural Christianity. Fluent in Christianese. Yet starving for the whole counsel of God as revealed in Scripture. Our churches are filled with people who speak the language of Zion but have never tasted its power.

Hosea 4:6 declares: “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.” His people—perishing not from persecution, but from ignorance.

Matthew Henry offers a sobering warning:
“Those that rebel against the light can expect no other than to perish in the dark… It is a charge upon the priest, who should have been still teaching the people knowledge—but they did not, or did it in such a manner that it was as if they had not done it at all… Ignorance is so far from being the mother of devotion that it is the mother of destruction.”

What a terrifying indictment. The people perished not because God was silent—but because the shepherds were. And when they did speak, their words were hollow.

We are witnessing the same tragedy unfold today. The language of empty Christianity is everywhere—inoculating men and women to the full counsel of God by convincing them they’ve already received it… in three sentences and a clever font. Meme theology is a parasite. It borrows just enough truth to appear spiritual, but never enough to save. It is soundbite Christianity for a sound-asleep church.

Meme theology breeds a generation of theological infants—entertained by fluff and offended by meat. They cannot endure sound doctrine because they’ve never tasted it. Biblical illiteracy reigns. Emotion is mistaken for conviction. Sanctification is sold for shares. Biblical theology is traded for theology that is palatable. They want a Christ who affirms their self-worth—not one who demands their death.

But beloved, the true Christ bids men come and die—not screenshot and share.

The hollowness is not only in the content but in the motivation. We no longer ask, “Is this faithful?” but, “Will this go viral?” We do not tremble before we speak—we rush to be first. We do not bleed over the truth—we copy and paste.

Meme theology produces cowards with opinions, not disciples with scars. It replaces study with slogans. It trains people to be cute—but not consecrated. It gives you a catchphrase to post, but no sword to wield when the enemy comes. And he will come. He will not be impressed with your captions. He will not tremble at your engagement stats.

Theology is not a joke. It is not a brand. It is not aesthetic. It is the revelation of the Thrice-Holy God. It is the difference between life and death, heaven and hell.

This is the disease of platform-seeking disguised as theology.

Reader, if you crave a platform, God cannot trust you with anyone. Listen to me: the desire for a platform will kill you long before it ever builds you. It will harden your heart, dilute your convictions, and turn your ministry into a mirror. What began as a desire to glorify God becomes a subtle campaign to glorify self. And like Satan, you may even use Scripture to exalt your own name.

We are not suffering from a lack of platforms. The Church does not need more fog machines and influencers. It needs men and women who tremble at the Word of God. Who weep in prayer. Who open the Bible and stay there until they know the Author. Who refuse to trade the majesty of God for the momentary applause of likes and comments.

Where are the men with steel spines and thundering voices? Where are those whose theology was forged in the furnace of affliction—whose only platform is the shadow of a blood-stained cross?

Do not trust a man whose theology fits in a square. Do not follow a preacher whose gospel costs him nothing. And do not chase a platform when Christ has called you to a cross.

Die to your dreams. Die to your influence. Die to your ambition. Let God raise you up in His timing—or bury you in His wisdom. But never let your desire to be seen outweigh your desire to be holy.

Platforms are fleeting. Eternity is not.

God is not looking for influencers. He is looking for servants—crucified, hidden, faithful.

Christ is worthy.
May Christ be glorified.

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