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By Patricia Backora
Ever wonder why so many who genuinely love Jesus are fed up with
the typical church experience?
Acts 8:5 Then Philip went down to the city of Samaria, and preached
Christ unto them.
6 And the people with one accord gave heed unto those things which
Philip spake, hearing and seeing the miracles which he did.
7 For unclean spirits, crying with loud voice, came out of many that
were possessed with them: and many taken with palsies, and that
were lame, were healed.
8 And there was great JOY in that city (emphasis mine).
Philip preached Christ to the people. The people heeded his preaching.
Not just the one or two souls modern preachers are lucky to convert,
but the whole city listened! They got healed and delivered from evil
spirits. You still have preachers preaching about Jesus today, but
whats missing? The miracles of healing and deliverance! The JOY
which results when people are set free from the power of darkness!
You repeatedly read of the BEGINNING of the early church being a
I Thes.1:5: For our gospel came not unto you in word only, but also in
power, and in the Holy Ghost, and in much assurance; as ye know
what manner of men we were among you for your sake.
Modern churches are packed with printed Bibles, but the Word without
the power of God is like matches without a spark. Despite millions of
windy preachers and billions of Bibles, the earth is filled with darkness,
and the church copies the ways of the world to fill the void left by the
absence of Gods power. Satan twists scripture to inundate the church
with ridiculous, dangerous doctrines and secular humanism. Christians
cant get themselves healed of deadly diseases, not even simple sinus
problems. Some Christians are on medication for their nerves because
the devil is making mincemeat out of them and they cant cope.
Satans deadly arsenal of fiery missiles keeps the Christian gnawing his
nails wondering where his next attack is coming from. Only a fool
would think we dont need all the spiritual weapons we can get to
counteract satans sophisticated nukes. The latest trend these days is
to teach that we dont need to fight the devil anymore. Try telling that
to someone who is deathly sick, or is experiencing one run of bad
luck after another.
Funny, but I dont read of Jesus smiling piously and patting some leper
on the head, telling the poor chap that God will preserve him IN the
sickness even if he doesnt get delivered FROM IT in this life. Having
to adapt to satans attacks instead of zapping them, thats not part of
the Good News Jesus came to preach. If miracles are missing today,
something else must fill the vacuum, or the fish wont bite and come
to church. Most people who file into church arent in a very joyful
mood after fighting the traffic, worrying about the bills, squabbling
with each other on the way, working two jobs, etc. Theyve come out
of a sense of HAVING to go to church. They hope God isnt mad at
them for faking enthusiasm while wishing they were still in bed.
First you have the praise service, dubbed the Outer Court ministry,
where you enter into Gods gates with praise. This usually consists of
bouncy, repetitive choruses a tiny toddler could compose blindfolded.
They make you sound like a crow if the keys too low for you, and
make your voice crack if youre a bass singing a soprano key. Ive
heard some songs which consist of four or five disjointed words
repeated over and over again. Unless theyre supposed to be an
emotive lament out of the frontal lobe they just dont compute. I
honestly didnt know what message the composer of such a piece is
trying to get across. The aim of such mind-bending caterwauling is to
set you to jumping like a jackrabbit as you wildly wave your arms at
the bright lights above (remember your deodorant!). After swiveling
and swaying twenty minutes or so and singing the same four ooey-
gooey sounds over and over again, youve whipped yourself up into a
semi-hypnotic frenzy, and you can say the Lords finally been praised.
Now youre all psyched up to get serious with God by singing him
some worship. The tunes change from a sunny major key to a
weepy minor key. The mood changes from celebration to lamentation.
No happy-clapping, piano-pumping, foot-stomping fun fest now. Now
it gets very introspective. Something like: Sweet heart of love, melt
me, break me, ad nauseam. Such a long, drawn-out guilt trip over
yesterdays spilt milk which has nothing to do with our justification in
Christ. You can beat yourself to death with a silk necktie if you do it
long enough, it doesnt have to sound rough. And how many Christians
have, in those weepy worship moments, vowed to go overseas as a
missionary to some pestilential jungle, even if it killed them, while
refusing to reach out to some stranger sitting all alone in their pew?
After a lifetime of reading and hearing all sorts of excuses for why
people profess healing but keep their symptoms after being prayed
for, and having never seen greater works than what Jesus performed
while on earth (see John 14:12), I must conclude that something
doesnt add up. Could it be that Gods power is missing from the
church because of a few nefarious practices it clings to (i.e. tithing,
refusing to confront sin in the church in the name of love,
dependence on fasting or other sacrifice to butter God up, etc.)? In
the final analysis, God is sovereign. No amount of positive confession,
fasting, Bible quoting, singing, or dancing will make him put on a
public display of spectacular miracles. Rather, God usually performs
QUIET miracles in the lives of His people, such as: saving them from
some disaster in the nick of time, warning them of danger, putting food
on the table, providing practical solutions to problems.
I dont believe in being a slave to prepared texts and notes, but for
Petes sake, have some sort of a coherent message in mind before you
step up to the pulpit! Some preachers probably confuse letting the
Lord lead with sloppy preparation (Prov.24:27). If theres nothing
much to say of any substance, far better to spend that time letting
people testify, or waiting on God to move through the spiritual gifts, or
praying for peoples needs. That way the time is profitably used for
the Kingdom of God. But oh, well, when youre young, youve got all
the time in the world to wait for the preacher to make his point
One night those people in the pews saw something real exciting. I
honestly dont know how our level-headed apostle ever gave this one
preacher permission to minister at a campground well-known for sane,
sound doctrine and serene services. But this particular guest speaker
was deep into demonology. According to him, demons caused
everything under the sun. You could have a demon of toe-twitching,
hair-pulling, or nail chewing. He held out his own nails and said, See
how nice my nails look?
One day I passed our local supermarket. There were tables set up
outside with free cups of coffee and Hershey Bars to tempt passers-by.
Hersheys is my favorite sin and its hard to get them here so I
stopped to talk to the Christian young people who were inviting
people to their church. I didnt want to nibble and run so I chatted with
them and smiled sweetly. I knew quite a bit about their church. Loud,
repetitive music, lots of prosperity preaching, no body ministry to
speak of, just the pastor controlling everything so the program runs
smoothly. Like many churches, its nominally Charismatic, but strikes
me as your typical canned religious routine, without much mention of
the Spiritual Gifts, sort of watered down so as not to scare visitors
away, ho hum. Someone had flown those Hershey Bars over from the
States. They wrapped the bars in white paper printed with red hearts.
I think it was around Valentines Day. They were holding a special
weeklong pageant at their church to show our city how much they
loved it. I enjoyed the chat but kept some of my thoughts to myself.
Can you imagine Peter, Christs Fisher of Men, using Hersheys
Chocolate as bait to catch souls and spread the Gospel of Christ? Now
Ive seen everything!
When those folks have their midweek prayer meeting, they moan and
groan to God about how sinful they are, how they long for His power
to come down. Maybe they wouldnt know what to do with it if they
had it. One poor fellow tearfully begged God to break him to pieces to
make him more spiritual (whatever that meant). I got no positive
impression of that place, except the free coffee.
Someone told me these people once held a 21-day fast. Youd think
God would rather see them spreading His JOY throughout the
community than drumming up fake sorrow through a long fast. Where
I live, theres sort of a cultural taboo against looking joyful. Its not
very macho to show such feelings. Even the traditional music of this
nation sounds like a lament. I Thes. Chapter 5 contains a list of things
believers are required to do and fasting is missing from it. Believers
are exhorted to rejoice evermore (verse 16). Some saints misread that
and rejoice NEVERMORE!
If youre a visitor at that church, dont count on being spoken to before
or after the service, even if youre neat, presentable, odor-free and
friendly. Unbelievers are far friendlier. No wonder Jesus gave up on
religious folk and hung out with sinners. People just gather in their
tight little cliques and chitchat about nothing in particular. When you
have a whole pew to yourself and you have to initiate every
conversation at fellowship time it makes you wonder if you wandered
into an exclusive monastery where visitors arent welcome. Maybe
they think youre on something if you actually smile instead of moan.
But seriously, in recent years Ive NEVER seen any of them out in the
streets inviting people to church or doing much of anything to get the
word out about Jesus and His love. Its just church as usual and
such Christians wonder if the next Big Church Fast will finally recharge
their dead spiritual batteries. Maybe, if they dont fantasize about
Hershey Bars, huh?
Say theres this preacher standing by the door and he takes one look
at the guy and says, Are you nuts? Whatre you doin, comin to
church lookin that way?
Well, Preacher, you did say this was a Daniel Fast, didnt you? Daniel
threw ashes on his head and wore burlap as part of his religion.
Yeah, but we do things different here. Weve come a long way, baby.
All a modern Daniel fast means is you starve yourself 21 days.
Where does it say Daniel starved himself, Pastor? It only says he ate
no good-tasting food during that period, and he did without meat and
wine. We dont drink anything here but coffee anyway, and so far, that
just eliminates hot dogs from our diet. Well be on this Daniel Fast for
three whole weeks and well need some sort of protein, so can we have
beans?
I dunno. The pastor grits his clean teeth, wondering what to say.
The pastor smiles through his stomach pain. Oh, but I didnt say you
couldnt touch a T-Bone, just eat one.
The preacher pulls the ace out of his sleeve. Well, I Cor.7:5
commands married people to abstain from ah intimacy, so they
can concentrate on fasting. Gotcha there, buddy.
Paul doesnt COMMAND them to do either, Pastor, he just says that if
the couple themselves decide to temporarily give that up and just pray,
they ought to get back together if they feel like they cant control their
hormones anymore. And thats the ONLY mention of religious fasting in
all the epistles. All other times fasting is mentioned in Pauls letters,
hes suffering persecution or just lacks the cash to buy food with.
Paul was on a forced fast, not a religious fast. To put it bluntly, Paul
was starving! Besides, the most reliable Greek manuscripts dont even
include the word fasting in I Cor.7:5.
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The preacher who ran this church loved happy choruses. It made him
do a little jig when the piano pumped out the bouncy music. But he
wasnt always a happy camper. He must not have learned much from
watching Mr. Penny Pincher. He claimed that God used some woman
evangelist to heal his crippled leg, so thats how he got inspired to
start his ministry. Before that hed been bedridden. He was gloriously
healed and started preaching for the Lord.
One night I wised up about him. Most of the folks there were
struggling to put food on the table. They could barely afford the gas
to get to church to watch any puppet shows. They were lucky to be
able to put a quarter in the offering plate. If anything, they should
have received something from somewhere to help THEM out! That
preacher didnt show much Christmas spirit when he pulled this little
stunt at the start of one service: He took a ten-dollar bill out of his
wallet (a small fortune to the rest of us) and said, Now Ill be the first
to start the offering. If youre slipping a nickel in the offering plate,
dont sneak it in the plate so no one notices. Put your offering in like
this so everybody can see and hear it! He put the ten-spot in the
offering plate, which was on the pulpit. Then he pulled a fistful of
nickels out of his pants pocket and flung them in front of the pulpit,
where they clattered, flying all over the place. If youre gonna give a
nickel offering, dont act like youre ashamed of it!
Those poor souls should have gotten up and left. I think the preacher
was just ticked off because he liked to go traveling with his family and
the meager offerings were cramping his lifestyle. Refusing to show
grace toward financially strapped saints wasnt a good way to show
God gratitude for His healing.
Preachers are a mixed bag, especially when theyre cocooned from real
life and cant understand why its hard to lean on your own shoulder.
You can have the gift of supernatural knowledge operating in your life,
and be doctrinally correct in some areas. But you can lack the love of
Jesus. I Cor.13:2 says you can know everything but if you dont have
love in your life its all pointless. Instead of stopping with the going to
hell comment, the pastor should have asked WHY anyone would feel
driven to pray to dead saints, and what could be done to help them so
they wouldnt be tempted to see that as their only option. Brother B.,
a country preacher I once knew, wisely said that hogs dont wander off
and eat out of somebody elses trough if theyre bein fed what they
need. To this day I wonder whether any other people in that room
were tempted in this area, and for the same reasons I was.
I was a fool to stand up and testify how God gave me the strength to
work hard AND look after my home and ailing husband. That ultra-
right wing rich conservative preacher who warned against praying to
departed saints made a pointed dig at the fact I worked a humble fast-
food job instead of being a corporate CEO who was the head and not
the tail. At least I was working. That stuffed shirt couldnt accuse me
of not trying, even when I barely had the will to get up and face
another dreary day of hoping Tom wouldnt lose his leg to infection
while trying to stay focused at work. I wasnt cut out to be a big wheel
in the business world, and after years of being just a housewife I was
only making a few bucks part time to help put food on the table. The
rest of the time I was home nursing my poor husband and doing a
mountain of chores. We took in boarders to help make ends meet. A
couple of them were real characters. I relied on my sense of humor to
lighten my mood. My daughter, always a treasure, saw fun and humor
in everyday life, and the laughter we shared help keep us going.
This self-righteous guy didnt get much comfort from his religion,
though. He was going through a messy divorce and was so down in
the dumps he said hed be happy if God gave him cancer so hed just
die. Where was the personal ministry at his fancy megachurch when
he needed it? He was just another free musician and contributor to
Big Religion, just another forgotten casualty in the war with satan.
Even if you do manage to get out of a really bad trial it takes a long,
long time to recover from going through it, just like it takes forever to
rebuild a bombed-out city to what it was before. You feel weepy, weary
and weak, afraid other Christians will rebuke you for being human
enough to wonder if it will all be worth it in the end. I stayed home
from those rich churches just to try to save what was left of my faith
FROM Christians! I couldnt put on a phony happy-clappy act during
the praise service without feeling phony.
Then there was this legalistic church I attended where the guest
speaker offered to pray for people. I had just returned from a long
bus trip, and my luggage had been lost. So Bro. Crumb says to me:
Are you a Christian and do you serve the Lord? Sister, I NEVER lose
MY luggage because I serve Jesus. It made me sick, and I should
have told him off and stomped out of the service. Maybe I was afraid
hed put a curse on me and my missing duds if I crossed him, so I kept
my mouth shut and let him say his little prayer over me. (Tom later
tracked down the wayward luggage in a depot in L.A.) What really
ticked me off was Bro. Crumbs treatment of a huge man who asked
prayer for his bad leg. That spiritual sadist carved him up in tiny
pieces. Bro. Crumb forced this poor man to publicly pray for Gods
forgiveness for being a glutton, without knowing anything for sure
about the mans medical history or his eating habits. It would serve
Brother Crumb right if he got some medical condition others misjudged
HIM for! I wish someone had had the guts to stand up for that fat man
and tell that preacher that God cares more about whether someones
sinny than whether theyre skinny. Brother Crumb was a nasty,
beady-eyed bully who lorded it over a worldwide kingdom of radical
churches, and it made him feel bigger to cut that unfashionably fat
guy down to size. Such spiritual authorities dont need to do mighty
miracles from God. They thrill the crowds with their Ministry of
Rebuke. That keeps them powerful and in charge, and the poor
peasants in their place, sucking up to them for their approval.
Slavish cults and country club churches arent my cup of tea. Years
later a troubled woman at work, who knew I was a Christian, asked me
to help her find a church to visit, but said she did not want to go to
any rich church. I couldnt think of a single place where we could find
the real Presence of God, just a few lukewarm institutional churches
Id passed by on the bus going home from work. We looked in the
Yellow Pages. We stopped at one or two places but didnt feel any
warmth or life there so we left and just visited with each other.
The only REAL spiritual support I got was by calling Brother B. this
preacher in Alabama who held informal prayer meetings in his home
and ministered to people over the phone. Brother B. prayed for my co-
worker, whose boyfriend was threatening to take her child away. Many
a time hed pray with me and Id see results and feel the burden lifted.
After he died, I sure didnt meet many like him. Brother B. never went
further than the Lord directed, and didnt have ambitions to launch
out into the deep (build a bigger, fancier ministry). He told me that
once he tried to hold services in a barn, but sensed that the anointing
was suffering by him trying to organize (stage manage?) the gift God
had given him. Instead of making a big, slick production out of his
ministry, Brother B. just preached whenever and wherever and to
whoever the Lord told him to.
My brother first met him in the coffee aisle of a supermarket, where a
large crowd was listening to him. Thats how I found out about him. On
short notice, Brother B. would set up informal, impromptu meetings
where a few folks whod called him on the phone would gather in his
living room. Then hed briefly share the Word and pray for their
needs. After that hed speak a blessing over our journey home. Simple
ministry from the heart, without any phony baloney sow a seed to
meet your need voodoo.
Im not too sure, though, that God approves much of bypassing the
sticky part about that sinner needing to be brought to godly sorrow for
his sin, and his need to humbly seek Gods forgiveness and the
cleansing of the blood shed by Christ on the Cross. Spiritual abusers
like Brother Crumb have no business hanging guilt trips on people, but
many are in the dark about the fact God expects them to repent. The
sinner might take offense if you imply he isnt perfect enough to
measure up to Gods high standards. But how can Christ become
your Savior unless youre aware theres something you need to be
saved FROM and REPENT OF? And this ambiguous idiom: Have a
personal relationship with the Lord would make sinners who watch
chick flick films raise their eyebrows. Where does personal
relationship appear in Scripture? That vague term doesnt convey the
need to repent of sin and be reconciled to an offended God. People
need to know Who theyre dealing with: not some warm, cuddly teddy
bear, but the Almighty, Most Holy God, Who created and runs this
whole universe, the One Who sent His only-begotten Son to give His
life as the ONLY acceptable payment for their sins. Unless they repent
of their sins and receive Christ as Savior, the ONLY relationship God
will end up having with lost sinners will be as their angry Judge Who
sends them to hell.
Its hard to find a church which isnt dominated by Prosperity Theology.
Some churches draw heavily from the Old Testament for their doctrine
in order to justify their New Covenant (New Age) success seminar
rhetoric. Singing about the Cross is neglected while cheesy choruses
and upbeat psalms are sung (sprinkled with a lot of Hebrew idioms and
exotic melodies) about Christians running over walls, conquering the
earth in the here and now (Dominionist Theology), and gobbling up the
goodies of the wicked. As Christians go deeper by immersing
themselves in the trappings of reconstituted Judaism, sinners dont
get the true Gospel message: Believe in the Lord Jesus Christ that He
died for your sins and that He rose from the dead for your justification,
and youll receive the Gift of the Holy Ghost.
When I was young in the Lord, I was warned not to get caught up in
legalistic customs like wearing head coverings in church, as many
charismatic churches did at the time. So why werent we warned about
the tithing error? Wellthe church building fund might have suffered.
Wherever tithing becomes a burden on hardworking families barely
scraping by, and their pastor yells at them for not doing it, their joy in
the Lord can tarnish like a rusty penny. I tend to suspect that
DELIBERATELY tolerating destructive church doctrines just because
they keep pastures green just might be one reason why Gods power
doesnt come down more often to deliver people from satan.
Glum, joyless souls dig deep when the ushers come around with their
velvet bandit bags and wonder what worshipping God has to do with
filthy lucre. Some think that if you dont dress like a Wall Street
banker youll end up in hell. What would they have made of Jesus
beard and sandals?
The theory is: dress like a candidate on The Apprentice and youll
attract money like a magnet. Confess canned prosperity clichs fifty
times while you dump all your dough in the offering plate, and by next
week your Aunt Sue will die and leave you a billion bucks. This
confession obsession is trying to attain something by manipulating
some vague faith force without working for it, or respecting the
sovereignty of God. Maybe theyre too bashful to ask God for this
Saturdays winning Lotto numbers, so they just confess to the Man in
the moon instead of praying. This Positive Confession ritual is no
different from a Catholic saying a hundred Hail Marys. Sort of like
Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz tapping her ruby slippers together and
saying over and over Theres no place like home. Positive confession
is a New Age metaphysical practice which was never taught by Christ
or any of the apostles. Jesus promised youd get no results from vain
repetitions (Matt.6:7). Some Christians act like God needs a hearing
aid as they jabber the same junk over and over and over again! Why
would you repeatedly order some angelic waiter to fetch you a brand
new Mercedes, unless you keep changing the make and model?
This one street preacher I knew was a nice man, but I got the feeling
he was proud of his perfect life, and pleased about all hed sacrificed to
obey the Lord. He claims he quit a great white collar job to go into the
street ministry. But his poor wife was all worn out from taking up the
slack.
The best way to feel slimmer is to stand next to somebody ten sizes
larger. Being around imperfect people makes that particular preacher
feel much holier. He really gets a buzz out of warning drunks theyd
better get right with God or theyd fry in hell. It was poor pickings for
visitors that night, and my imperfections werent so sensational as
those of the burnt-out bums whod come to the meeting to get free
coffee and stale graham crackers. Theyd just quit coming when they
got tired of being given graphic previews of the horrors of hell. This
man was teaching an empty room, and he hadnt dished out his usual
Big Rebuke of the Night. So he had to pick and pry to find some sort of
shocking sin in my life. He said I had an odd-sounding voice and
ought to get an operation to remove tissue from the back of my throat
so the sound would come out clearer.
I told him I was from the South and a lot of folks talk with an accent
down there. Later that same evening he made a pointed dig about how
its a sin to sleep late and you really ought to drag your dead carcass
out of bed to get dressed and go to work.
All I thought was, You cant have much to do if you can get to bed
early every night and get up with the chickens. I sit up late writing or
drawing illustrations, and I tackle a mountain of dishes in the kitchen,
etc. Ive already put in enough years of waiting on cranky customers
and running my legs off. Years ago when I was cooking, washing and
running around night and day for our restaurant, some spiritual giant,
who had no job outside the home, criticized me for not doing
anything for God, so how could I claim to love Jesus? Nobody ever
walks a mile in someone elses shoes before they open their big fat
mouth and pass a comment. Well, Mr. Preacher, I figure Ive EARNED
my retirement from the daily grind, so I can finally do the CREATIVE
part of my life before the ball games all over and I start pushin up
tulips. And as for being an early bird, personally I believe God is just
as likely to hear your prayer at 6 p.m. as 6 a.m.
His wife usually looked depressed and half-sick (whenever she showed
up), as if her religion wasnt making her very joyful. The poor woman
had no vitality about her, and her favorite topic of conversation was
dying and going to heaven so she would finally be free of her problems
and enjoy decent health for a change. Dying and going to heaven was
about the ONLY good news that preacher had for the believer.
I tend to suspect the REAL reason this preacher talked about going to
work was he wasnt working for cash anymore himself and someone
else had to finance his ministry. After quitting his own profession
(allegedly at the Lords command) he claimed God told him to rent two
different locations to hold meetings in. Obviously he needed help to
pay rents on them. He had lots of cozy tables and chairs all set out in
case people wanted to come. But he never had more than ten or
twelve at his meetings, and even that dwindled down to nothing.
Seems like if the Lord really had commanded him to rent all that space
out, God would have either filled the place up with enough contributors
or brought in some stray millionaire to shoulder the burden. That
would be a miracle in itself. Why, at least one-third of this town is on
government welfare, and if theres any rich Christians here, theyre
grazing in greener pastures.
Without realizing it, this preacher assumed the role of the Voice of
peoples consciences. As I got ready to go home, hed tell me he was
glad I could come, and smiling, hed whisper like a Father Confessor,
Do you study the Bible a lot?, or Are you walking closely with God?
Whenever hed speak to somebody like that, his voice was so velvety
and gentle, like an angels.
I reckon folks just got tired of takin the whipping and left. Softly and
tenderly he worked one staggering drunk over with warnings that his
life was bound to come to a crashing end and what if he died tonight
and went to hell? The preachers wife told me of two people whod died
recently of freak accidents. One drunk stumbled down some stairs and
died and the other got killed while someone was driving him to church.
That alone ought to have been enough to get those stubborn old sots
to sober up and see the light, but I didnt see any results when he
pestered these visitors. I got the impression that for the most part
they werent all there, and they were incapable of rational thought.
Theres a fine line between holy boldness and scaring the fish away.
Can you imagine Simon Peter lowering his net into the lake and then
beating the water with an oar while yelling at those stinkin fish to
straighten up and fly right or theyd fry in hell? Sinners DO need to
know theres a nasty, stinky, fiery Gitmo torture chamber called hell,
created for the devil and his angels. But they also need to see
GENUINE peace and joy on Christians faces, not that telltale churchy I
GOTCHA! religious grin spiritual giants put on when theyre in church.
A lot of sky pilots are so out of touch with the REAL human condition
that they remind me of hippies who tuned in and dropped out. You
look in their eyes and try to talk to them but nobodys home.
Two-faced believers might bark at their kids at home but when theyre
in church theyre sweeter than Ned Flanders in a honey pot, afraid to
ever look sad or mad. Can you imagine Jesus smiling sweetly as He
drove the moneychangers out of the Temple with a whip? Its like
these disconnected religious folks are way off on some other planet.
This sad preachers sad-faced wife was nice enough, but she never
liked to talk about common everyday activities like cooking, gardening,
hobbies, etc. She just complained about being tired from work and
lamented about different people she knew being sick, or unexpectedly
dying from freak accidents and wasnt it a good thing they prayed the
sinners prayer before they died and went to an even worse hell than
this world was. Even prayer time was full of laments and sighs, as if
their Christian life was a miserable affliction. It made you want to tell
that preacher for pitys sake, get your blessed assurance back to work
so your poor sick wife can stay home and recuperate!
One guest speaker whod come to these little meetings ran a Christian
bookstore, and hed stare at you like an owl sizing up a moth.
In Matt.5:23 Jesus says that before you offer your gift to God (Hes
speaking to Jews offering animal sacrifices in the Temple, but the same
principle applies), go make up with your BROTHER if hes got
something against you. Here Jesus is talking about a brother, or a
fellow believer, not an unbeliever. The person offering the sacrifice (sin
offering?) has done the offending and needs to apologize, or his
sacrifice will be unacceptable to God. Jesus doesnt put the burden of
asking forgiveness on the victim, like many Christians do. Todays
confession-free forgiveness heresy absolves the unrepentant offender
of all blame and responsibility and requires the victim to ask the
offenders forgiveness for making him want to hurt him in the first
place. But no matter how you bend over backwards to keep a peace
that isnt really there, unless the Christian brother who did you the
wrong acknowledges his offense and repents, that thing will always be
between you. Its like trying to hide a dead rat under the rug. Itll
always stink and make its presence known. You have to BRING IT OUT
FROM UNDER THE RUG before you can carry it out to the garbage can.
As for the church, the leadership was way too nice to do what Jesus
said in Matt.18:15-17. That man was never confronted with his sin by
the church. Instead, church members were admonished by the pastor
to act like the three monkeys whose names were: Hear no Evil, See
no evil, Speak no evil and just close their eyes to sin in the church.
Those who dared to criticize the unrepentant brother were condemned
by wealthier church members for being unloving or bitter. Instead
of rebuking the victim, these self-righteous meddlers could have taken
a sack of scraps over to the homes of the guilty victims who made that
man want to cheat them. Yeah, thats Christian living for you!
My friend said that her husband, a man recently converted, got so
disgusted he threw down his paint brush, told Melvin off, and went
home. Totally disillusioned about Christians in general, he eventually
lost all interest in church. Some people dont see any point in going
to church with greedy swindlers who claim to be experts on Jesus.
The standard response to those who quit church because they get hurt
by hypocrites is: Every religion, whether theyre Hindus, Moonies, or
Buddhists, has hypocrites, so thats no excuse. Theyre only human.
Maybe in some small way youre one too, so who are you to judge?
Christians are sinners saved by grace, nothing more. Besides, if you
quit church, are you going to be a church unto yourself?
But the real truth is: wherever the love of Jesus is absent, there IS no
church in any meaningful sense. Theres a vast difference between a
hypocrite who preaches holiness and wears shorts and a real
hypocrite who steals another mans wages, because far more people
get hurt by that. By attending a loveless gathering youre only
propping up a lie. If people come and get repeatedly hurt, lied to, and
rejected, why stay in the frying pan to get burnt even more? How can
you be healed unless you distance yourself from the source of the
hurt?
A bullied child who is insulted and forced to sit alone in the lunchroom
everyday is forced by law to keep going back to school for more of the
same crap treatment from cruel peers and authority figures. But
being free to vote with your feet is a priceless treasure. And as for
that abusive church being your family you should never, ever give up
on, most people who had the power to do so would pack up and leave
if they were never spoken to or treated civilly by their kinfolk over a
protracted period of time.
Christians dismiss hypocrisy as a normal condition and no big deal,
since to some extent everybodys a hypocrite. But a church
controlled by spiritual abusers is a sinking ship, and its best not to let
them drag you down with it. Far from being a minor irritation and no
big deal, hypocrites were the ONLY category of sinners Jesus ever got
mad at in the NT. In Matthew 23 He softly and tenderly admonishes
them to better behavior. And no, Jesus wasnt yelling at good, loving
people who forget their manners and speak French when they hit their
thumb with a hammer. He was excoriating major league hypocrites
who turned converts into twice the son of hell as themselves.
Despite the fact the injured party must live with the fallout from
someone elses sins, Christians expect the victim to just forgive and
forget, or God wont forgive them (Unconditional forgiveness is a
flawed doctrine I explore more fully in another paper). But not only did
Jesus command His listeners to love their enemies, and forgive in
order to be forgiven, He required believers to be PERFECT (Matt.5:48).
That means they couldnt do any good work with less than a perfect
attitude. Their very salvation hung on it. But how perfect was the man
who defrauded his crew of their wages?
1. Melvin forced his men to live by faith that the Lord would
somehow provide even if they had no money. Melvin did NOT
have to live by faith because he swindled to get his needs met.
2. Melvins men had to look for other jobs. Some had to hunt for
pop bottles on the road to cash in so they could buy food.
3. Melvin didnt give a damn about his customers. He sprayed
cheap, watered-down paint on unprepared surfaces, to enable
him to cut costs, outbid other painters, and still live high on the
hog after short-changing his men.
4. While Melvin had everything he wanted, the elders wife
sometimes skipped meals so her kids could eat.
5. Melvin gave satan an open door to create resentment and strife
in Marys church because his sin was swept under the rug,
contrary to (Matt.18:15-17).
6. Even if people tried not to talk about it, to keep the atmosphere
sweet, the Holy Spirit was still grieved.
7. Melvins dishonesty disillusioned at least one baby believer, who
eventually lost all interest in church.
Many claim Jesus didnt really mean what He said when he told Jews
living before the Cross that they had to perform the works of the Law
to obtain eternal life. But while Christ commanded the Rich Young
Ruler to sell all his possessions and give the proceeds to the poor, he
did not tell certain others, such as Nicodemus or Mary and Martha, to
also divest themselves of all their earthly goods. When Philip preached
to the Ethiopian eunuch he didnt tell him he had to sell his beautiful
chariot and take a vow of poverty in order to be a Christian. Likewise,
while Abraham was justified BY WORKS through offering up his son
Isaac (James 2:21), God did not order Jacob to sacrifice one of his own
sons to merit salvation. A test to prove personal faith could vary from
one believer to another (see Heb.chap.11).
Paul taught nothing about earning Gods forgiveness through any sort
of test of faith or works, including forgiving others. But he did teach
Christians to be patient toward all men and merciful toward one
another. If you walk in the Spirit the good works and fruits of the Spirit
will follow. Patience, or longsuffering, is one of the fruits of the Spirit
(Gal.5:22). Yet even patience has limits. You wouldnt be patient for
very long with a burglar who was creeping up the stairs to harm your
family. You wouldnt shout your UNCONDITIONAL FORGIVENESS at the
thug for what he was about to do. Youd probably yell at him to get
out and throw a pillow at him even if it hurt his feelings and ruffled his
hair.
Whenever Christians deny the need for miracles, something else has to
fill the vacuum. Some man and his own agenda take center stage.
Self-introspection deepens and people check each other for hidden
sin like a vet checks a dog for fleas. The poor man, he has two
facilities rented that nobody can pay for, the Lord allegedly led him to
quit a good job so he could save brain-dead sots with threats of hell,
his wife is half dead from being the sole breadwinner, and hes beside
himself wondering how to get the glory of the Lord to come down, so
long as God doesnt overdo it and work literal miracles. You dont
need a big mega-church to have a 3-ring circus!