Archive for August 2, 2008

Thanks to you Wall watchers that have written with glee about our recent series compilations on the Wall – M.O.V.E. 2008 & God Sighting of the Month.

When there are so many stories out there provided about one single topic, it helps to shine a luminescent and scalding spotlight on it like a bug catcher and listen to those issues pop like bubble wrap.

That’s the goal with those series, and it’s helped. Again, props to the peeps. The posts are out there and making a difference. Glory to God for that.

Well, HiScrivener’s cracked crew on the Wall proudly brings you “CROSS EYED”.

This “video of the week” series will feature a six-day voyage across cyberland in search for a video that provides the Church some food for thought. A video every week that once seen, makes you see with the eyes of Christ… hence “Cross” “Eyed” (Catchy, eh?)

If it’s serious, think about it and take it to your prayer closet or send it to your pastor. If it’s a documentary, then ruminate in the privacy of your home and see what God wants to tell you through the post. If it’s lighthearted, find the message. And if it’s just side-splitting (like this trio of videos that I’ll surely reuse), then experience the joy of the Lord, or possibly wet yourself.

This, dear Wall Watchers, is our inaugural post regarding the hi-jinks and hilarity of Christian TV. Yes, there are oodles of shows that bless us all, and toward the end, this Aussie (?) crew makes a mockery in front of their live studio audience. However, the initial part of this had me running for the Depends in the closet.


That’s right, Fame-o-philes. Get ready.

America’s favorite couch-jumpin’, no-Prozac-takin’, psychiatrist-hatin’, vertically-challenged havin’ basket case, Tom Cruise, is now the “Godfather” of Scientology.

No really, as in Mafia, organized crime, cement loafers and “Leave the gun and take the cannoli.”

At least, according to this lawsuit against the sci-fi church noted in the New York Daily News.

Evidently instead of donning Spock ears and other sexy Star Trek paraphernalia, members of the “Church” of Scientology have timewarped past all reality right into the same breath of Don Corleone. Note some of the legal writ:

Tom Cruise is named in a $250 million federal lawsuit that is using the RICO statute against the Church of Scientology. Ex-Scientologist Peter Letterese, a longtime critic of the church, filed suit in Southern District Court in Florida on July 15 alleging, among other things, that members of the church harassed him after he left.

…Letterese calls the church a “crime syndicate” and wants it broken up under the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organization law, just as the feds have broken up Mafia families.

Nice, but not surprising. Check out this story from MSNBC for further proof of the “Administration” in the L. Ron Hubbard money-making empire.

Listen, any like-minded folk of believers that hide behind a shroud of religion IN SECRET and bully the world to keep it that way is – be definition – a CULT, not a church (MEMO to Masons, Covens and Scientology-ens).

What’s this sound like? They extrapolate money like building a bomb shelter is a necessity. They follow… er, scratch that… stalk folk that are no longer enamored with their wily ways.  They are always in spin control when interested parties do their homework, report their freakish ways and get lambasted publicly for being counterproductive sleuths on a mission to bash what they love.

Answer: A disgruntled baby-daddy from the NBA? No. CULTS. (I know, “slimy televangelists” may have been an acceptable answer as well. We can talk about that later. I’m on a roll).

If any pseudo-church tells folk one thing and denies access to know the real thing… well, do I have to draw you a map? Why does this “church” have most of Hollywood all romanced up? What’s the offer they can’t refuse? It surely ain’t Jesus and life eternal!

Whatever it is, it’s a money-fleecing farce, it’s a man-made multi-level marketing plan and it’s flawed to make anyone believe that life outside of the love of God is okie-dokee. There’s something seriously wrong in that opulent castle resting in the Hollywood Hills, and it’s not the fact a maid hasn’t been there in a while.

So, good on ya’ with the law suit. And MEMO to Tommy Boy: Maybe now it makes sense when the elders of the church heard Katie was pregnant, the card accompanying the bouquet of congratulatory flowers read:

“May your first child be a masculine child. Love, Capo Di Tutti Capi.”

Huh? It’s true.

Of course, you would think with God being the creator of natural order, cloning would be far beyond a bible-believing pastor’s comprehension and acceptance, but not this dude.

Meet Hason “Tory” Fields of Goose Creek, S.C.

Pastor Fields here, currently still with the Union Baptist Church in downtown Charleston, S.C., is at the epicenter of a “smart” and “elaborate” auto theft ring involving duplicate titles, stolen VINs from salvaged cars and key switching (hence the “cloning.” Punny, huh?)

Here’s how Fields spends his weekends according to the story when he’s not, you know, nose deep in the Word of God and all:

  • Use the VIN from a salvage car to obtain a duplicate title from the Dept. of Motor Vehicles
  • [COUGH] “Sell” the vehicle to himself to secure its tags and registration
  • Steal a similar vehicle from a dealership lot
  • Sell the stolen car with clear title to the poor, unsuspecting schleper, the new buyer

Is the economy that bad? Does the Church now have to tolerate pastors becoming entrepreneurs of the dark side to raise an offering to build the new youth hall? Come on!

Fields, 34, was arrested July 1 and charged with four counts of possession of a stolen motor vehicle — two counts in Berkeley County and two in North Charleston. Berkeley County sheriff’s deputies executed a search warrant of Fields’ 1010 Deerberry Road home in Goose Creek and recovered two vehicles bearing tags registered to Fields but VINs that came up stolen, an arrest affidavit shows.

Hmmm… yet, I’ll bet his testimony is that this is a tool from the enemy and “Those ain’t mine” will be exclaimed with vigor – and probably some spittle hitting four or five church mothers in the front row.