Posts Tagged ‘tithe’

Ever since Dad got back in the family televangelism business, all hell has broken loose.

  1. Robert Schuller divorced his son from the famed “Hour of Power” broadcast
  2. Next, we discover Dad would rather play musical pulpiteering chairs rather than have his son preach one more lukewarm sermon
  3. Then, we discover Junior Schuller would rather fly the coop than watch this mess
Yeah, that's an average Sunday service these days

Yeah, that's an average Sunday service these days

And so, it seems the economy… wait, scratch that… the tithe-paying parishoners of the Crystal Cathedral have had enough of this hullabaloo and decided to let their money do the talking. Or actually, not according to the Orange County Register.

The megachurch has put a price tag of $34 million for the [ministry HQ] building at 13280 Chapman Ave., which is zoned for office, medical and educational uses, Cathedral spokesman John Charles said today. The ministry wants to sell the office building and lease it back for three years after the sale is completed, he said.

Yeah, of course the talking head is going to spout blather like an oil derrick to fight the rumor mill about the ministry not going bankrupt, but what else could it be?

Robert Schuller built this pioneering ministry – and the first-ever megachurch – from the ground up. He then retires to Cabo or wherever crustasean televangelists go for their twilight years and gives Junior Schuller the keys to the kingdom. Unexpectedly, Dad swipes those keys back and now this?! Yeah, it’s Churchin the street sense.

“Yes, we have had trouble like all other churches and organizations raising money over the last several months,” he said. “We’re all dealing with the economic downturn.”

True, but we aren’t all dealing with a family affair from the Twilight Zone. Shameful this is happening. That ministry has cast its crowns in heaven in bulk. You may not have appreciated the pablum, but the preacher was certainly used of God.

The Schullers could used some prayer if you have the time.

In the words of Monty Python, “And now for something completely different…” And I mean different, but it requires some reading Wall Watchers, thanks to some masonry from another brick in the wall, “Bible Belt Blogger”.

Meet Star Scott.

A former A/G pastor in Virginia who now dubs himself as prophet and apostle. And typically, when someone is believing his own press, you know what that means – mountebank con artist and all-around theological windbag.

When you “meet” the guy who sounds like he was destined to be an astrologer, you will find a sermon that outlines a man who cared for his bed-ridden bride and smoothly transitions into how God has told him to marry a 20-year old virgin that was handpicked for his bidding… while his ailing wife is still breathing no less.

Wonder if this flick in this fools "Top 5" movies

Wonder if this flick in this fools Top 5 movies

Um, what the…

For He says, “…I am the Lord. And he shall take a wife in her virginity” (verses 12 and 13). He talks about the high priest and He says if you’ve lost a wife, you take a wife. It has to be one that’s a virgin, it has to be one that’s out of your midst, out of your presence. He said the priest couldn’t do that. He said the priest however excuse me, were allowed to. They could marry other than a virgin. They could marry widows who had been married to priests (Ezekiel 44:22). Now what’s this all about? What are we saying? It’s talking about the sanctity, or the holiness of the office and what God preserves for that. As we share these things we’re really looking at the ministry going on.

So, lemme gander at this. You, Star, are the “high priest” who wants to get your swerve on through a mid-life crisis, hold a pity party and uh, “plant your seed”?! Somewhere, women around the globe are shivering and screaming “Ewwww!”

Yeah, look at this one:

Out of the clear, like a lighting bolt Thursday, a few days ago, God spoke to me and He pointed out in our midst one of the virgins among us that’s to become my wife.

How would you like to be one of the father’s in this cult (written in heavy detail by the Washington Post). There you are enjoying service and the pastor proselytizes that your daughter trying to live to pure and upright is about to become his conquest and concubine. Yeah, that’s when my days of tithing there would end with quickness.

Note the whole lightning bolt reference. There is another scripture that references a lightning bolt, which I find apropos right about now. Hrm… oh yeah:

How you are fallen from heaven, O’ Lucifer, son of the morning (Isaiah 14:12-16)

Where’s the lightning. Oh, that’s in Luke, when we find Ol’ Slewfoot getting the boot. That’s when there was a witness. God kicked some blessed assurance in front of his kid. Atta boy!

MEMO to the “fallen” Star: What’s good for that goose is most definitely good for your gander. Peace out, dude. There’s a warm spot waiting for you if you don’t chill and come to your senses.

HiScrivener has been called many things, most of which is slightly unsuitable for a blog that extols God. Among the clean monikers is “Five-star Chef-de-Cuisine extraordinaire.” OK, maybe that’s a slight hyperbole but I do love to cook.

That said, “Big Daddy” and church elder Paul Woodard is my hero!

This 6′ 4″ dude pushing over three bills does more than pack out his pants, he packs his Birmingham, Ala. barbecue shack to the rafters every day… except Sundays and Wednesdays.

“People say I could make more money if I was open on Wednesday and Sunday,” Woodard said. “That’s not an option for me. I’m not going to sacrifice my relationship with Christ for a few dollars.”

Who cares, right? Well, to me, this wouldn’t be that big of a deal if Elder “Big Daddy” Woodard ran a Chic-Fil-A in the heart of Dallas. All those people and a proven brand equals profits. His barbecue joint is in Birmingham, Alabama! A major city barely cracking one million, with no major sports team and in a city not really known for economic virtue.

In these economic times, that’s not quite called a fiscally-responsible decision. Again, who cares. This is a man who knows who pays his bills. And it’s not like he’s hurting that much…

The Birmingham News recently pronounced Woodard’s restaurant as the home of the best ribs in the greater Birmingham area. Big Daddy’s won the gold medal for the seven-county area.

Maybe I’m just waxing a bit sentimental and spiritual, but this is inspirational. Brother has this award-winning, slammin’ BBQ and yet, he is determined to give God his due and serve him up a platter of praise (he sings in the choir) before serving the community a platter of those hot ribs of his.

So, Wall Watchers, if you are in “B-Ham” anytime soon, make sure to stop by, look up and give Big Daddy some love, and a couple of dollars for his brisket. Good on ya’ Elder.

The Dow Jones is a virtual roller coaster with enough ups and downs to make the snarkiest broker hurl in dolor and agony. The gas prices finally have reasonable “per barrel prices” yet we are still having to pawn gold just to fill a tank.

And Christmas retail has yet to hit the toilet… but wait, their time is coming unfortunately.

But now, we have another victim – no one is tithing and the churches are getting pinched, thanks to this story from the Christian Post.

The level of activity in U.S. churches when it comes to monetary giving and displaying care for others in need is “lukewarm,” authors of a new report state…

A survey of a group of 34 Protestant denominations found that, on average, two cents of each dollar donated to their affiliated congregations in 2006 funded international missions through the denominations – a level of support for overseas missions that was lower than that in the 1920s.

Furthermore, the total portion of per capita income given to churches in 2006 was lower than in the worst year of the Great Depression.

The rest of the story is alarming, but it raises one stark question: “What some folk call lukewarm giving, I call people frozen with fear about paying the light bill… you know, just in case they don’t want to read their Bible by candlelight.”

Sarah Palin was an active child of God, so suffice to say, she enjoyed hearing someone get his or her preach on.

Just as most of us who stop by the Wall, we carry a love for God that supersedes most of what we do on a daily basis.

Most of us have been to a “revival”, a “campmeeting” or went to hear a “featured or guest” speaker at church. They are mostly energizing, inspirational and good to give a fill for the rest of the week.

Sarah Palin is no different, nor should she be. Besides, what else is there to do on a Wednesday night in downtown Wasilla? Hunt moose? Watch Salmon spawn? Shopping for the latest trend in parkas? So, she likes to get her praise on at traveling evangelists’ appearances. Problem?

Well, if you use the hard-earned money of your constituents to travel and tithe, not so much!

What she didn’t tell worshippers gathered at the Wasilla Assembly of God church in her hometown was that her appearance that day came courtesy of Alaskan taxpayers, who picked up the $639.50 tab for her airplane tickets and per diem fees.

Girl, what are you thinking? I realize your state is topographically disconnected from the United States of America, but you are still a part of the United States of America. There is this pesky “church and state” issue sticking his wart-ridden nose in Christian’s business. Maybe you have heard of it?

That said, you are a GOVERNOR of a state. I’m sure you can dish out 640 bucks to not have your church waste the honorarium. Come on!

Since she took state office in late 2006, the governor and her family have spent more than $13,000 in taxpayer funds to attend at least 10 religious events and meetings with Christian pastors, including Franklin Graham, the son of evangelical preacher Billy Graham, records show.

GULP! Well, then again, it is Alaska. It’s not like she is making six figures to do her gig. Right?