Last we visited the trying drama of Robert Schuller, we read the Crystal Cathedral was losing its luster, folk were going elsewhere for edification and Junior Schuller gave pops the peace sign to start his own “Hour of Power.”
Refusing to give up the ghost, Elder Schuller had an epiphany to save his ministry and everything he has worked so hard to establish: according to the L.A. Times, his daughter is going to head up the ministry.
Yeah… wait, I’m sorry?!
Evidently, people in the famed megachurch are already asking “Oh Sheila” [Oh come on! It was there. I had to take it.] as she has a fairly popular (and surely, well promoted within) blog called, “Ask Sheila.”
Much to the chagrin of pentecostals everywhere, Elder Schuller released a crafty statement to address the issues:
“It is no secret to any of you that my son, Robert, and I have been struggling as we each have different ideas as to the direction and the vision for this ministry,” he said in a statement.”For this lack of shared vision and the jeopardy in which this is placing this entire ministry, it has become necessary for Robert and me to part ways.”
Struggling. Keep it classy, Pops.
Elsewhere in his ministry announcement, and thanks to the cleverly entitled ladies blog at “Christianity Today,” Her-meneutics, he admitted he told God, “he was too old to lead.”
Of course he is. At 82, he’s hardly on the progressive side of evangelism. I mean, his idea of a daring outreach is going door-to-door without a tie on. Ease back. Don’t want to scare off the good lost folk out there, big man.
And that’s what brings this family affair full circle.
Junior Schuller was trying to bring some life back in his dad’s church, preach a skosh differently and make a difference. Dad wasn’t crazy about his son’s approach to you know, continue the ministry.
Instead, he ousts his son and brings in his daughter?!
Man, Thanksgiving is going to be outstanding at the Schuller household this year.
“Sheila, can you pass the turkey,” Junior Schuller asks. “Oh no, thanks Dad, I’ll carve it myself.”
May the talking heads and horse teeth smiles begin.