Eugene Patterson’s The Message version of this famous lukewarm-neither-hot-nor-cold verse is just too straightforward:

I know you inside and out, and find little to my liking. You’re not cold, you’re not hot—far better to be either cold or hot! You’re stale. You’re stagnant. You make me want to vomit. You brag, ‘I’m rich, I’ve got it made, I need nothing from anyone,’ oblivious that in fact you’re a pitiful, blind beggar, threadbare and homeless.

May this serve as a reminder for us. It sure did struck a nerve.