by Joshua Minton

Rod Parsley, the sweating and screaming so-called Prophet and head of the Ohio Jim Jones cult World Harvest Church, is an outrageously pompous asshole who is beginning to wield a dangerous influence on the political affairs of our country.
See, I've earned the right to say that about his character because I had my five minutes face to face with the man. It came when I was a server in an upscale sports bar and grill here in Columbus, Ohio in the winter of 1995.
It was a weeknight. It was late. He and his entourage filed in and were seated in my section. Back in those days, when studying Joseph Campbell and Krishnamurti were relatively new things to me and before I would have called myself an expert in both like I would today, I wore an Egyptian Ankh ring on the middle finger of my right hand.
Well, Pastor Rod wasn't about to let a pagan symbol like this go unchallenged as it was waved before his eyes when I set down his food and drink. So, he called me out on it.
"Young man, you would be wise to abandon pagan god symbols such as that and declare Jesus Christ to be your lord and savior."
Well, that was it for me. Those of you that knew me back in those days, back in my One Man Crusade days, know that I would never let such a statement go unchallenged. I had no idea who this prick was or who he thought he was but we shared some heated words which started with me kneeling down listening to him and by the end I was standing and pointing my finger in his pudgy face saying the statement that still makes me cringe today.

"I AM GOD!"
I have no idea where it came from or why I said it but it worked. He and his holy entourage were up and out of the restaurant immediately. No tip.
It was a few weeks later when I saw this jack on the television, sweating and screaming, palm on foreheads, and throwing snakes, that I realized exactly where he was coming from and I was all the more happier I had called him out on his shit.
Well, Pastor Rod has since gone on to amass great wealth and political power throughout the country. He has a new book called Silent No More and he intends on taking over the country to install what he calls a "Christian Theocracy." He is still spewing hatred he doublespeaks to be love (this quote is taken from a Columbus Dispatch article from today but I couldn't find a link to it online):
Gays are God’s children, he says, but they have chosen a lifestyle that is harmful to themselves and society.
‘‘No one wants to talk about that because we hide behind this thin veil of political correctness," Parsley said during an interview. ‘‘I love homosexuals and lesbians, and I love them enough to tell them the truth."
In his book, he also condemns Islam as being responsible for ‘‘more pain, more bloodshed and more devastation than nearly any other force on Earth."
Yet Parsley said that he loves Muslims, too, and that it is his duty to try to convert them to Christianity.
He added that many Muslims want to destroy the United States, an objective he said is driven by some leaders within their faith.
‘‘There are clerics who will espouse love and teach their people that that’s what the Quran teaches," he said.
‘‘But unless Islam is confronted from without and reformed from within, we are going to continue to have the kinds of difficulties we’re seeing played out around the world today."
I have a very religious friend who has recently converted from Catholicism to a Non-Denominational faith similar to the World Harvest Kool-Aid drinkers, but different enough to still be respectable, and he asked me about the Left Behind series of books which is all about the End of the World and the coming of Christ to kill all non-believers in a river of blood and fire.

Well, I have read all those books and for the same reason that everyone should have read Mein Kampf in the 1920s when it was written--so that the lunatics who wrote it never come into enough power to make it actually happen.
Here is what I wrote my friend:
Yes, I have read all the books in the Left Behind series. I know all about Rayford Steele and Nicholae Carpathia, Chloe, Buck and the legion of other secondary characters. I was there from the beginning when everyone disappeared on the plane to the end when Jesus returns and damns the non-believers and, well...you'll have to wait to find out. I really enjoyed these stories but I want you to keep in mind that they are all based from a center of fear and an inherent separation between God and man--that God is something to be feared. I was very entertained by the stories but they are not about the Jesus I know. The Jesus I know is no one to fear--his heart is full of boundless love even if you get his name wrong and call him Mohammed or Buddha or Confucious or Yahweh or "I don't believe in you at all."
The heart of the Lord is mercy, not suffering, and I have to believe that these "End-Times" prophecies of destruction and blood and fire and plagues are the result of misdirected faith. See, people that have been touched by the merciful heart of God sometimes go absolutely crazy from it and fall in love with their image of what God is and they get stuck there with that image. They begin to worship that image and the words that describe it, forgetting that "God" is an absolute mystery to the finite mind of man--only the heart without the brain can truly "know" God and the heart can't pull its knowledge of God from this moment to the next--it can only be experienced in the here and now.
The moment true bliss is attempted to be dragged to the next moment, it becomes dead, a thing of the past--something to be placed on an alter and have candles and incense lit all around it. That image, that memory of bliss, then becomes something to kill over, something to say, "Your God is not my God and therefore I am going to fly airplanes into large buildings and murder you for." And this is exactly what our species has been doing for ten thousand years, killing one another over silly words that are supposed to point past themselves to a glorious mystery that absolutely transcends all waking knowledge. We can only come to the true alter of God naked as individuals, stripped away from our egos and insecurities, pure hearts beating in time with the mercy of the Lord.
The universe is a great beating heart and compassion and joy is the blood that flows through the vestibules of time to unite us all in the mystery of being born from nothing, accumulating experience as our minds move through time and relationship with others while our physical bodies grow bigger, stronger, peak, plateau, and then begin a great descent into the inevitable death that unites us all with a common universal suffering and beyond which we dissolve back into the great and glorious void of pure, compassionate, and creative energy that is the ultimate ground of being.
There is nothing to fear from what lies beyond the word God but there is everything to fear from what lies beneath it. For true eternal life exists once one has gone beyond all words but there is only death and finality waiting for those trapped beneath the blooded weight of words. The word God can be the greatest liberator or the greatest slave ship humanity has ever known and the choice is ours as individuals to make.

Now, tell me, whose religious outlook on life is the more mature, more respectful towards others, and more likely to represent a true communion with the divine?
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