The complaint to the Church of Laodicea

       I know thy works, that thou art neither hot nor cold: I would thou wert cold or hot.
So then because thou are lukewarm, and neither cold or hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.
Because thou sayest, I am rich and increased with goods, and have need of nothing, and knowest not that thou are wretched and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.