The prosperity gospel seems to be straight from the mouth of hell.
Trained as I was to prize moderation, intellectual sophistication, cultural nuance, and deliberate, careful articulation of the truth, I, nonetheless, can do nothing else but say this.
Biggest, fanciest, snazziest
I remember one man who came to our church. Lonely. Young. Bounced around churches for a while. Desperate to find the reality, the truth. He had gone to prosperity gospel churches. When I got to know him he told me the story. He had gone there for a while and then he started to look at the car parks. In the car parks, the biggest cars, the nicest, fanciest, snazziest vehicles were being driven by… the pastors. He started to realise that this thing they had been preaching was actually one giantponzi scheme. The guys at the top were getting richer by persuading the newcomers to give everything, so that they could all keep moving up like a sick conveyor belt until it met the opening jaws of the man at the top swelling with greed and money and ‘prosperity’. And those at the bottom were driving beaten up old cars.
