Glorilla Wins BET Gospel Album Award

There was a time when gospel music had one mission: to glorify God and proclaim the saving power of Jesus Christ. It was born from the groanings of the oppressed, sanctified through the prayers of the saints, and anointed with the fire of the Holy Ghost. But now… now the sacred has been invaded by the secular. What once thundered with the holiness of God now trembles with the applause of man. The gospel industry is no longer just about the gospel. It's a business now. A brand. A stage where secular artists are welcomed not to repent, but to perform. We have rappers and singers whose lyrics glorify sin Monday through Saturday and then sing about grace on Sunday. And we—blind, comfortable, compromised—call it collaboration. But in truth, it’s corruption. It’s compromise dressed up in a choir robe. This isn't just about music. It's about the message. The gospel was never meant to be blended with darkness. It is light, and light has no fellowship with darkness (2 Corinthians 6:14). But what happens when the watchmen fall asleep, and the gatekeepers become groupies? When we exchange the anointing for an audience, and holiness for hype? We’ve let the world into the sanctuary—not to be changed, but to be celebrated. We’ve replaced altar calls with award shows. Conviction with clout. Now, artists who openly promote immorality, profanity, and pride are headlining gospel events without ever repenting or acknowledging Christ as Lord. We call it "reaching the culture." But how can we reach the culture when we’re busy imitating it? Jesus didn’t die to make us famous. He died to make us holy. The cross was never meant to be a prop on stage—it was meant to be the place where sin is crucified. But when the gospel industry is more concerned with being relevant than being righteous, we've already lost our influence. Because salt that loses its flavor is good for nothing but to be trampled underfoot (Matthew 5:13). God is not impressed by chart rankings or crossover hits. He’s looking for worship in spirit and in truth. He’s looking for clean hands and a pure heart. He’s looking for ministers of music, not musical ministers for money. So to those who still carry the mantle, I say this: Don’t sell your birthright for a beat. Don’t trade the sacred for streams. Stand. Be bold. Be holy. Let your music convict again. Let it worship again. Let it exalt Christ again. Because the world doesn’t need another performer—they need a preacher with a melody. And the gospel… the true gospel… doesn’t need help from the world to be powerful. It is the power of God unto salvation (Romans 1:16). Let's never forget that. Unbelievable!