Jesus did His best preaching sitting on a rock in a dirty robe. If it was good enough for Him, it should be plenty good enough for them.
They can remember every chapter and verse when it comes to instilling Fear and Shame into us Sinners, but no one seems to remember the parts about throwing the money-changers out of the Temple, or really loving thy brother, or taking care of the poor, the aged, and the sickly. Some chuches do, but currently, Washington wants to pose as a church while making King Herod look like a liberal.
"If you can't work double-time right up to the second you die, don't ask us for any help. We only work for the Rich. You don't think we do all this for that piddly little salary you folks give us, do you? Hell no, we came in rich and we're leaving billionaires! We can't do that giving your money back to the likes of you monkeys, can we?"
I can't believe a president can portray himself as a born-again Christian while he has done nothing but rob the next three to five generations of God-fearing, hard-working people. And I cannot believe anyone who knows anything at all about the Bible buys his load of baloney.
Some churches give freely and feed the poor, the sick, the aged, and those temporarily down on their luck, and God bless them!
But when it comes to the likes of "televangelists," especially the ones you name and especially Bob Tilton, I hope they all roast in Hell. Wearing all these jewels and all that gold and glitz, owning jets, driving Rolls-Royces, ten thousand dollar suits, glass temples with velvet-lined pews, and spewing hate, shame, guilt, and religious bigotry all the while. Salvation comes with a fixed fee up front and with a ten-percent weekly vig per Soul, while people are starving nearby and old folks who eat dogfood send in their last few dollars.
"The God I know isn't short on CASH, MISTER."
---Bono and U2
"TV ministers are all pure Show Biz. Tax these pompous hypocrite bastards and all the businesses owned by these shameless clowns..."
Twenty-five years ago, I had terrible trouble with a "minister" who had a show-biz church across the street from me. He and his co-pastor both bought new Cadillacs every year or two, and they dressed like gangsters in a Martin Scorcese movie. He had the unmitigated audacity to tell me I was going to burn in Hell because I was baptized as a young child and that doesn't count. I have to be "born again," and he told me his fee right up front.
I called him a hypocrite and I called him on his shameless lifestyle, too. I also told him I don't have much, but what I have is freely given to people who need help, strangers as well as friends, so it's likely I'll never have much material wealth in this life. I asked him how a so-called "man of God" can pass such a terrible judgment on someone he doesn't even know while he himself is driving around in a shiny new Cadillac in a brand-new suit, living in a very big new house, all paid for on money from a very small church.
He crowed, "Jaysus gives me this to show the power of His Glory, Allelujah! Everywhere I go I show sinners what they can have if they say the name of Jaysus and repent the evil in their nature, Amen! The Lord says not to hide your Light under a bushel, and the world is full of His Light wherever I go. I am full of the Light, brother, I am full of the Light!"
I told him he was sure full of something and the next week I vandalized his glitzy little guitar store. I guess he wasn't so Christian after all, but I'm sure God forgave me. It was my personal little version of Jesus overturning the money-changers' shameless pagan counting tables.
My police record may always be marred, but some things in life are priceless. I'm sure in the next one, too.
It will always be worth it to me. I have no doubt which of us taught the other the bigger lesson.
· 1 decade ago