Destroying Poverty Demons
I don’t even know what to say…
Apparently, poverty is not due to any economic conditions, job status, or bad financial decisions, it’s from poverty demons. Of course, when you live in such an imaginary world the logical response is to perform magic incantations against the poverty demons.
“Prosper!”
“Become a millionaire!”
It is hard to believe that we live in the 21st century, that there has been the fantastic progress in human understanding that has taken place since the Enlightenment, and yet… groups of people travel to this location to watch the wizard and get him to cast a spell to make their problems go away.
Forget that thing I said about progress. Apparently, we still live in the Dark Ages.
I also watched some of the other videos from ‘pastor’ Rob Deluca. We could have another contestant in the Worst Pastor Ever Championships.
This has got to be a joke. Please, please tell me its a joke.
While that video makes me extremely angry, this one just makes me sad: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEtwurSS8IU
The most depressing thing is, I don’t think it is a joke.
You must have the Doubt Demon.
Dude, my writing partner has told me about Spiritual Warfare fanboys who if a light bulb burned out wouldn’t change it, but dig out their Bible and start rebuking the Demon of Burned Out Light Bulbs. And just as in Conspiracy Theory logic, any doubting of the Demon of Burned Out Light Bulbs PROVES You Have a Demon of Doubt.
These guys are poster children for Carl Sagan’s book The Demon-Haunted World. Makes me wish someone had turned them on to D&D instead of Spiritual Warfare; then they could cast all the spells they wanted (arcane or divine) against Tanar’ri Demons or Baatezu Devils without bothering the rest of us (except for their DMs). As is, they’re LARPing without realizing it, and I don’t want to be cast as an Orc or Red Shirt in their LARP campaign.
Rob de Lucre is a gifted salesman with natural charisma and a pleasant voice. I visited the “His Way” church a few weeks ago (2 March 2011, Auckland NZ). After a polished worship session Rob spent 30 minutes explaining why giving to the church is the most noble thing you can possibly do. This was only a few days after the massive earthquake that destroyed half of Christchurch, NZ. Complete and utter @$#$@$!
The following act was an hour of tall stories (to put it politely) from David Hogan. He claims hundreds of miraculous healings and a few raisings of the dead. Quote: “If you aren’t out witnessing and raising the dead you are going to Hell!”. I walked out next to a disheveled guy with one arm missing, who had probably paid good money to hear this baloney.
It was indeed the worst church service I have ever seen. My sympathy goes to the parishioners who for the most part seem sincere but they have no idea
While Hogan was speaking I had a strong irrational urge to jump up and wring his neck; I was willing to hear what he had to say but the whole experience was vile. Afterward a little googling confirmed the alarm bells I was feeling: an immune response to spiritual poison
Forgot to mention, Rob kicked off the service by joking about how much he loved guns and how everyone should come to church packing heat. The guy is a living cliche of offensive pente-funda-gelicalsm