The other night I dreamed I attended a megachurch. On a television screen I watched people onstage speaking in tongues and casting out demons. Then a man stabbed himself in the neck and cut off his own head. He died onstage.
This dream is probably the result of a strange mixture of all I've been thinking about lately. For example, I looked up Creflo Dollar, a sociopath who said he wanted to kill people who don't tithe. He gives me a very bad feeling.
Greedy televangelists make Christianity seem like a scam. They take advantage of the poor, needy, and lonely to make money for themselves. Creflo probably doesn't even believe what he preaches, and is laughing all the way to the bank at how gullible people are.
Sadly, Joyce Meyer seems to be the same way. When I first became a Christian, I liked listening to her sermons...but she preaches the same prosperity gospel as Creflo. She doesn't seem to be quite as crooked as him, but she sure has a greed problem.
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| Joyce Meyer's Private Jet |
All of this reminds me of the first few chapters of Fullmetal Alchemist, when Rose is fooled by a corrupt, false preacher, then tearfully loses her faith after discovering the truth behind the scenes.
Filthy rich preachers don't represent God. They are a major reason why people become disillusioned with the hypocrisy of "Christians." Yet I haven't lost my faith, despite people using God's name for material gain. Seeing the beauty and order of this world, and believing it created itself, has always seemed to me like a far-fetched philosophy.


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