As I have often said, I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I JUST now figured out that the 15th is a Saturday. At first, I thought I had gotten the wrong date and it the grand opening [why does this sound like a store opening for business for the first time?] is actually on 16 September. But no, it’s on a Saturday. And this is good. I was trying to figure out how I was going to get from Sunday School at the church I am committed to now, all the way up to Kettering - Especially if I wanted to get a seat. But that’s all moot. It’s on SATURDAY, September 15th. )
Get ready! Get ready! Get ready! It’s only a couple of weeks - and a couple of days - before the grand opening of the First Baptist Church of Glenarden Mausoleum, Museum, and Memorial! And you KNOW it’s going to be an affair for the entire county. Maybe even the state. Maybe even the entire country! I mean, there will so many big name pimps there you won’t be able to spit without hitting one. The anointing is going to be thick in that place. And something else is going to be deep.
As the occasion draws near, this seems like a good time to bring out my new lottery game. I believe we introduced it last year, but the building completion was delayed and, I fear, interest waned. So we are bringing it out again!
It’s called “PIMP’D BALL.” Click here and take a look at the entry form.
If you want to play, print the card out, read the instructions, fill out the form and send me some money. A love offering of, oh say, $15 will do. Remember, the more you send in, the more likely is is that you will get your breakthrough this season, or maybe next season.
And I really need you to be kind of quick about it. The wife and I are planning a month long evangelism trip to the Bahamas and I still have to buy the cruise ship tickets and reserve a suite at the Atlantis.
Thanks a bunch for all the inquiries about the site. I don’t know whether to be intimidated by the heart felt concern and interest or to start charging membership fees.
COP sent me an e-mail a couple of nights ago to find out if I was okay. He was really worried about the site being down. Here’s what he said:
Mel
In the recent developments of your site being down I can only conclude one of two things.
1. Your site is truly down, and I need to be patient and wait for it to return.
or
2. A Pimp has hired some sheeple to kidnap you, and you’re tied up and gagged in a basement, being forced to watch the video “Money Comin’”.
If its number 1, then please let me know you’re doing alright.
But if its number 2, you must read this e-mail 7 times, then forward it to 7 more e-mail accounts and then all that you have will be increased 7 times over.
Since you have been off line I have been on several sites similar to yours, but none are quite as busy or engaging. Hope to chat with you soon.
Preston (aka-COP)
I guess I didn’t see his message in time and he assumed I was being held by some money-crazed WoFers.
In his effort to help me out (you know, being willing to lay down your life for the brethren) he found out where I lived (Bowie isn’t that big) and attempted a rescue.
I’m not sure where he found the helicopter, the pilot and co-pilot, or the five members of his assault team, but I gotta tell you, it was impressive watching their daytime air assault with the six of them fast roping down from the helicopter onto my rooftop.
The old guy across the street had a heart attack, and the survivalist on the corner thought COP was the United Nations coming to drag him away in one of their black helicopters and one neighbor just stood waving at the helicopter because he thought it was the Channel 7 Traffic Eye in the Sky. I never have been too sure about THAT guy.
Of course the local cops and various Feds over reacted to the whole thing.
It was a couple of hours before all of the responding cop cars, fire trucks, FBI and Bureau of Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms (ATF) Suburbans cleared the street. I think my neighbors are still a little upset with me because the bomb-sniffing dogs dug up all their flowers, marked all their trees and bushhes, ate their welcome mat and left presents of stinky little pyramids all over their yard.
But I think every thing’s okay now , except the tune from “Money Comin’” keeps running through my head for some reason.
I’m not one to take a great deal of pleasure in the failings of another person. In fact proverbs says that we are not to rejoice in iniquity (Prov 17:5). However, I am pleased to see that God is faithful to His word.
Often, the railers who comment on this site, those who tell me that I am putting my mouth on God’s anointed, give the subjects of this site near-God status. The sheeple are willing to allow themselves to be taught by a bunch of perpetrators. They refuse to see that these supposed Mend of Gawd are no more special, no more anointed than the rest of us. In some cases, you shouldn’t trust these leaders to watch your lunch bags in the break room.
This article ripped through the internet yesterday. Pulpit-Pimps was down all day yesterday so I’m sure most of you have already seen it. Take a look at it if you haven’t.
Bynum/Weeks fans have got to be in a quandary. How many times have we been told that Bishop Weeks is a anointed Mand of Gawd? It turns out that he is (as IC says) a punk. Only punks beat up on women, no matter how irritating that woman may be. Some of the bruises and contusions Weeks left on her were no small matter.
Of course, something like this doesn’t happen over night. You don’t go from being a couple who can teach people how to love their spouses to Bag Puncher and Punching Bag overnight. You don’t go from giving your husband romance (versus sex) to giving him a target for a drop kick between sitting down at the dinner table and having leaving a tip for the waiter.
I do not have an easy life. And I have made mistakes that have damaged my relationship with my wife. As most of you know, my wife attends First Baptist Church of Glenarden and I attend another church. We don’t see eye-to-eye on various doctrinal issues. We are not always that great a witness to the world around us. But in all the time we have been married, I have never so much as called her a name. I certainly haven’t done her any violence. Compared to Christ, I fall way short. Compared to Punk Weeks, I should start my own talk show, specializing in relationships. At least I have learned from my mistakes. And at least we have been honest about it with the rest of the world. We are what we are.
Mrs. Weeks and Punk Weeks are apparently nothing like what they have attempted to appear to be. And do you know what we call that? It would appear that we have here a classic case of hypocrisy.
We’ve often compared the WoFer leaders to the Pharisees, men who laid tremendous burdens on the people around them, yet had no intention of adhering to those same standards. Mrs. Weeks and the good bishop, it would seem, have been doing exactly that.
I feel sorry for the couple, especially Punk Weeks. But I suspect this might be a particularly good teaching moment for the two of them. After all, once you hit bottom, you are a lot more likely (within the context of God’s sovereignty) to listen to what people are saying rather than listening to your own press releases.
But more than that, this might be an opportunity for the people suffering from Battered Sheeple Syndrome to at least begin to see that these people are not all that, not even a bag of chips.
Talk to your sheeple friends and help them to see the total vacuousness of these exposed clods. And if TBN and others continue to hold Mrs. Weeks up as an example, make sure your friends understand the implications of that action. I mean for crying out loud - she’s a prophetess. Shouldn’t she have seen that whoopin’ coming?
I’m not out to destroy Mrs. and Punk Weeks. They are in the hands of an angry and sovereign God. All I ask is that none of mine get dragged down the rat hole while the exposure runs its course. Besides, at the rate they’re going, they are doing a fine job of destroying themselves.
Oh, and who wants to bet that some of the sheeple won’t come to this site and complain about me putting my mouth on the Womand of Gawd? They likely still will not see that a prosperous life, a life pleasing to God, has nothing to do with listening to the rantings of a couple who have as apparently a caustic and violent relationship as theirs.
As James said, if you lack wisdom, ask God (not Punk Weeks) for it and He will supply it to you with out upbraiding (or a right cross). (James 1:5)
Last thing: have you ever heard the definition of mixed emotions? That’s what you feel as you watch your mother-in-law go over a cliff in your brand new Lexus.
If Punk Weeks is a Mand of Gawd, are people putting their mouths on him if they say he touched God’s anointed and did her harm? Are they going to see that this is probably a more accurate use of that phrase than the usual way they present it? Nah - I’d be dreaming if I thought that would happen.
A young acquaintance of mine is trying to make at least a small difference in the world, or at least in Baltimore. He decided to be a Big Brother while he is finishing up his studies in Charm City (he should be there another year).
He has also started a blog to talk about his experiences and to appeal to you people out there to join him in doing what you can rather than getting frustrated and doing nothing at all.
(MN:Here is an outstanding comment by Hurricane Dodger. It was submitted as a comment but I liked it so much I want to make sure all see it. By the way, the subject of the comment looks like he may the winner of the Pimp o’the Month Contest for July/August. It seems like an appropriate follow-on to the “What Would It Take” posting, the one where all the WoFers folded and showed their spineless condition. I wonder how many of them are going to continue to post in an effort to keep their Pimps propped up. )
Hurricane Dodger said:
I am a FORMER Word of Faither–and so glad I allowed the Word of God to really sink in while placing my emotions and flesh aside to hear the truth. It was tough, because the more I listened to my former WOF preacher, the more I felt confused until I actually started going back to the Bible after church and researching the truth lined up against his teachings.
I liked the preacher and his co-preacher wife and still have much respect and love for them as people. But— (more…)
Okay, here’s the deal. You WoFers and mind-numbed Borg out there continuously get your underwear in a knot because I dare to “put my mouth on the Mand of Gawd” when I warn you about the really bad doctrine that comes out of their mouths. You never address the heresies and sometimes will even bring out the limp-wristed retort “there’s no such thing as a perfect church. Everybody has some error.”
Here’s a question for you , the WoFers, Pentecostals, and Charismatics who consistently defend these wolves: (more…)
People - when you click to make a comment you see several blanks. One of them is a space for a NAME. Fill it out with SOMETHING.
In the future, if you don’t pick a name of some kind, I will have to think twice about posting your comment unless it is very interesting or incredibly stupid. And I will, in those cases, indicated which reason got it posted.
I mean for Pete’s sake, you don’t even have to use your real name, though I suspect that most of you who don’t include your name will probably use the moniker “Bozo.” So give me a break, okay? Use a name. I’m getting really tired of all the Anonymouses floating around.
I’ll probably leave this at the top of the stack for a couple of days.
I passed by the First Baptist Church of Glenarden Mausoleum, Museum, and Memorial the other day. I was so impressed with the sheer size of it that I had to go home, get my camera, and go back to the site and take a picture. Click on the thumbnail and take a gander for yourself. As you can see, they are nearly done. The grand opening is scheduled for September 15th.
I stood across the street, in the school driveway just to get the whole building in the picture.
It’s a handsome building. There’s certainly no denying that. And yes, as a friend of mine pointed out, it does remind you of the tower from “Voltron.” You know, the mechanical man built from… Well, anyway, it’s an impressive building.
But in looking at it, I couldn’t help but think of Luke 21:5-6:
5 And while some were talking about the temple, that it was adorned with beautiful stones and votive gifts, He said, 6 “As for these things which you are looking at, the days will come in which there will not be left one stone upon another which will not be torn down.”
I just thought I would give you an initial report on the happenings this weekend at the “Basics of the Faith” conference. By the way, I still don’t much like calling it a conference but I can’t think of a less pompous name for it. And the event was anything but pompous.
We met at Hillcrest Baptist Church in Temple Hills Maryland. Hillcrest is led by Eric Redmond. He and his deacons and ministry heads unselfishly allowed us to hold the Basics class in the church, completely free of charge. And they provided fantastic support. All John had to do was be doctrinally accurate. (more…)
