Lending A Helping Hand: Helping the religious do…what they say their god told them to do…in the first place*…


* nowhere does their god tell Christians to build cathedrals… or mega-churches… to collect gold and jewels and costly works of art…buy private jets…and mansions…expensive suits…travel first class…stay in expensive hotel suites…
8 Black Pastors Whose Net Worth is 200 Times Greater Than Folks in Their Local Communities - Atlanta Blackstar
Creflo Dollar Creflo Dollar is senior pastor of World Changers Church International with a net worth of $27 million. He leads one of the nation’s largest mega-churches, located in College Park, Georgia. Dollar also hosts a television show, Changing Your World, on cable networks. The New York Times reported that Dollar owns a million-dollar Atlanta home, drives …

we gon talk about prosperity gospel or nah?

I stopped fuckin with Christianity because most Christians are religious, but not spiritual. When you focus on religion, you miss the point of having faith at all – having a relationship with Christ, God, etc. And if you really look at the scripture, Jesus consistently chastised the scribes, Sadducees & Pharisees for focusing on their works instead of their faith.

So S/O to all these mega churches with their millions of dollars who aren’t giving shit to the poor, but the pastor got two Escalades. I see you. S/O to the pastors cheating on their spouses and messing with underage kids. I see you. S/O to the Christians who are supposed to “love thy neighbor” but kick their own children out of their home for something they cannot control. I fuckin see you. S/O to the people shunning teenage mothers but don’t have shit to say about the boy who knocked her up. I. SEE. YOU.

And I want nothing to do with you.

Jesus: Give your money to the poor!

Jesus: Be humble!

Christians: *Create mega-churches*

Christians: *Don’t pay taxes*

Christians: *Own their own fucking mega-church country*

Forgetting How To Be, Reclaiming How To Breathe

I met with my counselor the other day, a semi-famous mega-church pastor here in town, and I had really forgotten what it’s like to be around someone who is so comfortable with himself that it made me comfortable with myself.

My counselor is one of those cool pastors who smokes cigars and uses dirty words and he used to be a rich drug dealer, so he owns this huge house and hosts these extravagant church parties with hundreds of curious people looking for real spirituality. He does this without even really trying to impress anyone, and with sort of a wink. Once I was leaving his office after a meet and he yells down the hallway of his church, “I’ll keep praying about your porn problem.” The very conservative staff glanced at me and I ran and he couldn’t stop laughing.  My counselor reminds me of Jesus.

So I told him everything. How I blew up on someone the other day. How I was juggling multiple ministries plus a growing blog.  How dissatisfied I was with the mainstream church.  How I haven’t talked to my dad in over a year.  How I was fighting anger and unforgiveness and lust. How I always felt like I was pouring out of an empty cup, and that the same grace I preached for others was almost never reserved for myself.

I told him I had this monster inside me, barely underneath the surface just coiled around my guts, and just when I thought I was making “Christian progress” and it was dead, it would lash out and destroy everything I love and then go right back to hiding.  I wanted this thing inside me to really, truly, eternally die.

Then he looks at me and says, “You’re not really walking with God.”
I was almost offended.  But he was right.  He went on.

“You’re doing so much, just do, and you lost who you are.  You find who you are, then you can do again.”

“So what do I do now?”  As soon as I said it, I heard it.  I said “do” again.
He said, “Pray.  I mean we’re both in ministry, you already know that.  But you see how we’re talking?  How you can tell me anything?  How I can just be me around you?  That’s prayer.  Praying is like breathing.  It’s a way of life that can happen all the time.  That’s walking with Him.”

I think I was trying not to weep. I remember when it was like that, when I felt like I was walking with Him all the time. When being with God was like breathing. I did want that again. And it was not a matter of doing, but being.

He said, “It’s okay to pour out when you’re empty. You can’t do that for a long time, but that’s grace. You can preach grace all day and be a legalist to yourself.  Quit listening to yourself and listen to Him. And don’t preach too far ahead of yourself. If it’s been hard, then preach that it’s been hard.”

We hugged for a long time. He told me he loved me. Before we parted, he said, “I wish I could tear that monster out of you.  Let God inside, and He will.”

— J.S.

From 23 Shocking Comparisons That Change How You Think of Money

I never had an opinion about churches paying taxes. While I’ve always been skeptical of the mega churches, I do wonder how it would impact smaller neighborhood cultural churches. This image seems more like an anti-theist wanting to prove how much churches get away with as oppose to someone who genuinely cares about those in poverty…

Regardless, this is an interesting figure that places the cost of alleviating poverty into poerspective.


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Hope For Those Punk Kids At Church (Like Me)

Today I visited a mega-church, and I sat behind a group of college and high school students who were goofing off and checking their phones and leaving early.  One of their mothers left in the middle of the sermon and didn’t come back.  I started getting terribly sad and angry about the whole thing; they all had Bibles in their hands and some had notepads to take notes, but they were just being rowdy and whispering loudly and laughing at the most inappropriate times.  I thought, This is it, this is our future of church.  No one cares.

And then – I remembered when I was in high school and college, and how much I goofed off and talked during the sermon and was so dang fidgety and rowdy, and how God still worked through a young rebellious punk like me.  I remembered how God side-tackled me into pastoral ministry and blessed me with a full scholarship to seminary and pulverized my heart into a Jesus-loving, people-serving, unashamed follower.  Not perfect, never, but far from where I used to be in the very same place as those kids. 

So I stopped judging and I started praying.  I prayed for big visions for all of them, that God would do incredible wonderful things that they could barely believe were happening – amazing works that they never thought possible. I mean if I went back to my past self ten years ago and said, “Here’s what you’re going to do for God,” I never would’ve believed it.  But this is what Jesus does.  He takes the most ragged, rowdy, unlikely wanderer and puts us on the frontlines to flex His glory, to wield His love, to heal people just like us.  He’s always doing things like that: and it gives me hope.  It gives me patience, and grace.

– J.S.

fluffy tfw christmas headcanons u can totally use as fic prompts or whatever:

  • cas is obsessed with giant inflatable lawn decorations.
  • they go to buy a christmas tree and sam gets distracted flirting with the cute sales lady while cas and dean play hide and seek in the trees with the lady’s kids.
  • on christmas eve cas and sam get drunk on eggnog and look up karaoke versions of christmas carols and sing them for three hours while dean eats all of the cookies they made for santa.
  • sam introduces cas to “elf” and he ends up quoting it relentlessly for two weeks before christmas. he also tries pouring syrup on his pasta…dean tries it, too.
  • jody invites them to go to church with her on christmas morning with the promise that it’s totally chill. it turns out to be a contemporary mega church with a rock band that opens with don’t stop believin’ which immediately turns into o holy night with an electric guitar. dean signs up for their weekly emails and throws a hundred bucks in the offering.
  • ok but cas being obsessed with giant inflatable lawn decorations.
  • a few weeks before christmas they hear of a potential case at an operation christmas child and they sign up as volunteers. there’s no case, but they stick around for eight hours packing boxes and making friends with the little old ladies and high school students volunteering with them.

The Tithe #7 (2015)  //  Image Comics

A heist story unlike any before! Mega-churches are being robbed for millions of dollars by a crusader hacker group known as Samaritan who is giving the money to causes they deem more worthy. This modern day “Robin Hood” is being pursued by two FBI agents who actually admire their quarry but want to stop the theft before it escalates.

Story: Matt Hawkins, Art: Phillip Sevy, Covers: Rahsan Ekedal, Phillip Sevy

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Dear Churches: Speak Up About Justice. Something, Anything.

Last Sunday, I attended a mega-church that had zero to say about Ferguson. Not a word. I really like the church and I didn’t expect a whole sermon on it, but as a person of color, I was deeply upset that there were no prayers offered for our hurting community. Meanwhile, an Asian-American pastor like Eugene Cho is getting death threats for speaking up about equality and justice, and yet he continues to boldly speak grace and truth.  He’s been more than fair, reasonable, and nuanced, yet at the same time, he has strong conviction.  I’m hoping for more pastors to exemplify this.

Churches: please don’t be silent on Sundays about what’s happening in the world. I don’t believe we’re primarily a political venue, but people come to church for healing and strength and to know The King who’s above all things.  If you’re scared of alienating people, you were never going to please everyone anyway.  Be thoughtful, but please don’t play it safe.  Say something. To say nothing is more harmful than anything.

– J.S.

I’m glad that God and I can agree on this.  I’m also pretty judgy about people who attend mega churches.  Why do you need a designer suit and private jet? 


The Tithe Vol 1 (2015)  //  Image Comics

A heist story unlike any before! Mega-churches are being robbed for millions of dollars by a crusader hacker group known as Samaritan who is giving the money to causes they deem more worthy. This modern day “Robin Hood” is being pursued by two FBI agents who actually admire their quarry but want to stop the theft before it escalates.

Story: Matt Hawkins, Art: Rahsan Ekedal

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I think the Christian media needs to quit this trend of latching onto vaguely spiritualized quotes from actors and artists and then labeling them “fearlessly faithful in a secular world.” It perpetuates a wrong divide between faith and culture, and at its core is merely smug ammo to secure our ivory towers.  It’s already enough that we force mega-church pastors on a pedestal of celebrity. They’re people too, and such impossible expectations only breed false accusations of hypocrisy. I don’t want to diminish the genuine faith of those in the spotlight, but I think the church needs to stop digging for non-existent nuggets of click-bait to validate an idolatrous “me-too” mentality. We can only pray for those who have been gifted with the unique platform of influence. And maybe support the unknown few who are doing the unsung work of ground-level change and charity.