So it’s settled. No further discussion need be had, no insistence upon scouring Biblical text to see the truth contained therein, just take it at face value and move along: Jesus died so Creflo Dollar could get his 65 million dollar jet. If you haven’t as yet mortgaged your home and sent him the proceeds thereof, you possess no faith, and as such you will never reach the heights of prosperity wherein you may one day hope to own a shack in the same zip code as Creflo.
Serving Jesus sure is profitable. How could you not have people lining up around the block for a chance at the brass ring when they are continually told that once they’ve signed the contract and become an ambassador of the Lord, riches the likes of which mere mortals can only dream of are theirs for the taking.
In case you thought the desire for a new private jet was for some trifling reason, Creflo made it abundantly clear it was so he could go and preach the gospel. So naysayers, be gone. This is not so much a want as it is a need, granted a 65 million dollar need, but a need nonetheless.
Ever since I started this blog, every time I would do a piece on one of the pimps in the pulpit, these dazzling examples of vapid theological emptiness whose only concern is getting more stuff and whose only message is that God wants you to have more stuff, there would be the inevitable handful of e-mails insisting that these men were harmless.
Some even went on to rebuke me for attacking the ‘men of God’, and not taking the time to understand the immense burden and responsibility they are carrying on their shoulders.
The older I get the less inclined I am to suffer fools, and unless someone is sincere and open about hearing the truth, I tend to let those comments just float on by.
By now, most of those whose heads are not firmly buried in the sand are realizing that such wolves within the household of faith are not harmless, and that their brand of theology has rendered the church impotent, powerless, and fearful. The smell of cowardice wafts from the halls of many a grand tabernacle, and when it comes to serious matters, Biblical matters, matters of righteousness and holiness and purity unto God, you can hear the crickets chirp, and not much else.
We are breeding cowards, and teaching the art of compromise to those who ought to be fearless warriors of the cross, and whose position ought to be crystal clear from the onset.
God has not wrought this upon us, the pulpit pimps have, and rather than call them out on it, believers still defend them and stand up for them.
The enemy marches, and there isn’t even a token opposition from the church. The devil’s not even breaking sweat, yet we’re still prancing about calling ourselves the apple of God’s eye, and demanding the sheep sheer themselves and send in as much as they can, because we deserve to travel in style given the cesspool of heresy we’ve encouraged them to wallow in all these years.
What floors me is that even now, with all that’s going on in the world, with all the signs pointing to some of the most turbulent times the world has ever seen, these people still have a following, and Christians are still willing to come to their defense even though they are not as willing to come to the defense of Christ.
In the age of idolatry, wherein men are deemed little gods and their word is law, it is safe to realize that they are anything but harmless.
With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.