Foundational Thoughts

Dear Christian Chicken Little

You’re scared and you don’t know why. You remain scared after so many years have gone by. And now, finally, after all these years, you are reading the stories: they differ in detail but the elements, the arguments, and the outcomes are eerily, unnaturally similar.

People (like you) who did what they were told, listened to Pastoral counsel, gave over profound amounts of personal transparency, and admitted flaws as a matter of doctrinal course.

People (like you) who found themselves required to obey counsel that was flawed, even catastrophically dangerous, or ridiculously heavy-handed.

People (like you) who bought into the Matthew 18 ethic as the essential conflict resolution process only to find that when called to account SGM leadership, replaced transparency with a stonewall of authoritarian posturing, ruthless character assassination, and a machine dedicated to personal marginalization.

People (like you) describe the aftermath with blunt similarity: profound confusion, heartache, and despair.

A variation of the same refrain lingers in the air melancholy and ominous. They are your words too: “I thought I was crazy….”

Your breath freezes in your chest: realization dawns bright and slashing like a knife across a matted wound: “I’m not alone!”

Yet what does this mean? What can it mean? The reality that there are others, many, many, others with the same story isn’t satisfying. It brings up so many pains, so many hurts, so many confusing feelings — feelings that you thought were long buried, long dealt with, but are most emphatically not reconciled.

The force of emotion is frightening. Have I really not forgiven? Am I still guilty before a Holy God for failure to live up to yet another standard? The experiences with Sovereign Grace Ministries was harrowing enough the first time around do I dare go back into that head space–that soul-crushing heart space? Maybe it is best to just leave well enough alone. Maybe it is best just to let bygones be bygones. Forgive and FORGET! Walk away. Don’t think about it. Besides, the fear, I can’t shake the fear.

The fear is sooo deep that the mounting evidence of Sovereign Grace Ministries’ catastrophic bankruptcy of judgment and practice still does not free you to utter a harsh word aloud.

You read the Bible for comfort and find only words of condemnation. You hear the pastoral voices drumming through your head, the accusations of sinfulness and pride, and pride and sinfulness. You measure your life against the SGM yardstick and find yourself endlessly short. You cannot throw away the yardstick because you accept the premise that it is a “Biblical” standard. Your ever-present, nagging, pressing, hurting, foreboding suspicion is that the departure from Sovereign Grace Ministries is ultimately a failure of yours, not a failure of theirs. That is what they told you to believe and that is what still dominates your mind.

Yet, you cannot find the path of reconciliation. If you could have, you would have. You loved them. You devoted your soul to the calling. You abandon yourself to the church passion.

If method existed to resolve yourself to the despicable treatment, you would have long since reconciled yourself ultimately back into their good graces. Indeed, you walk into every church with the desperate hope that all this will be SGM without the name and the oppression, only to find the people infused with every social ill SGM railed against. This seems to prove the assertion that every church has its problems: and the concurrent thought–maybe SGM isn’t really so bad.

Yet you cannot find the path through the suffered wrongs, the twists of logic, the exploitation of personal boundaries, and the subtle, soul-crushing condemnation.

You read the blogs and you shake and you weep for the tyrannies that you see on the printed page, and  for yourself. And you wonder why it happens. You wonder how it is possible. How can this evil persist? How can people let it happen?

And then you remember your own fear. Your own utter inability to say out loud what happened to you: to tell your story, to make yourself and your pains plain. You find your eyes traveling skyward in the silent hope that it is not really falling. And prayers laced with admitted sinfulness cascades across your lips. Hopefully, God will withhold his justifiable wrath for the list of sins attached to your soul. You hedge your bets, staying quiet;  if you refuse to call for justice and righteousness, that will keep you out of God’s mind, away from the path of the boogieman of bad.

So you sit inert in the torment of your fears. Filled with conflict between the injustice and your own impotence. Left to ask one question: how can someone (else) let this happen?

I’m going to tell you how it is possible. I’m going to tell you the fundamental reason, and it really isn’t all that complicated. I am going to point to the foundational thought of your fear. It is the heart and soul of Sovereign Grace Tyranny’s manipulation. It is the heart and soul of ALL Spiritual Tyranny.

This foundational thought is the foundation for the Shamans of old, the child sacrifice by Molech Priests, the power behind the witches’ Evil Eye, the gargoyles of the Middle Ages, the underlying threat for the Charis-costal “Touch Not God’s Anointed,” the energizing force that kept David Koresh in the comfy embrace of adolescent girls and cult wives, without a word of protest from fathers or husbands. This foundational thought is the Demagogues of Dictated Good tool of extortion. This foundational thought is essential for the philosophical premise that Man is a sacrificial animal. This foundational thought is the lake that feeds the rivers of blood throughout all Religions in history.

Before I tell you what this is, I am going to tell you a story. I want you to know that this is no academic muse but a realization that was lived in the face of real life, soul-sucking pressure.

It had been three days since I’d last talked to my father. I am standing in the Potomac Police station and for the first time I let myself say my suspicions. “I think my parents have been killed.” I vividly remember how I started crying and how the police department went silent. I expected my parents to arrive at my house some three days prior.

What started as a few curious phone calls back to family and friends and parental cell phone, to account for their tardiness, slowly turned into an ongoing campaign to contact law enforcement in every city from their home town to my place in Potomac, Maryland. From calm, affirming conversations with my grandmother and sister and aunts, to endless prayers and frantic mini trips to check all the potential places they could have ended up.

Day three and four of their absence were grueling exercise in patience between updates and very long nights spent pacing the football field at Churchill High School praying for every good outcome and blessing I could think. But I had a nagging dread that I struggled to shake: something bad had happened to my parents. As the human mind tends to do, I started trying to create cause and effect with the unfolding events. The timing was too spooky to describe. I had very recently distributed one of the early copies of Blight in the Vineyard, detailing my interaction with then CLC/PDI pastoral “care.”

My commentary is scathing now, and so it was then. In the foreword of Blight in the Vineyard, I wrote these words to sum up my relentless critique.

Some will suggest that my frank, open commentary is just eloquent vindictiveness. The following begins my response.

“I have indeed inveighed sharply against impious doctrines, and I have not been slack to censure my adversaries on account, not of their bad morals, but of their impiety. And for this, I am so far from being sorry, that I have brought my mind to despise the judgments of men, and to persevere in this vehement zeal, according to the example of Christ, who, in his zeal, calls his adversaries a generation of vipers, blind, hypocrites, and children of the devil… The ears of our generation have been made so delicate by the senseless multitude of flatterers, that, go soon as we perceive that anything of ours is not approved of, we cry out that we are being bitterly assailed; and when we can repel the truth by no other pretense, we escape by attributing bitterness, impatience, intemperance, to our adversaries. What would be the use of salt, if it were not pungent? or of the edge of the sword, if it did not slay?”

Just a week or so before my parent’s disappearance, I received a letter rebuking me for my “eloquent vindictiveness.”  How could I dare speak against these “Men of great character?” It was the stiffest admonishment to date, a capstone on a list of judgments against my character and conduct, and another event in a growing list of church “friends” scrambling to the shadows deliberately distancing themselves from me, for fear that my “deleterious influence” and my disfavor would rub off on them.

My paranoia ran away with me on those long nights. Breathtaking fear gripped my soul. Was it true? God was disciplining me through events perpetrated upon my parents? My mind was a tidal pool of torment as I heard the words condemn me:  “God opposes the proud.”  Was I proud to reject the treatment that I’d suffered? Was I arrogant for presuming to take action and voice my criticisms? On and on the doubt and the questions churned inside me until finally I came to a resolve.

This is what I said. “I refuse to be tyrannized. If the New Birth, and the Adoption of Sons, and the manifestation of the Holy Spirit is not sufficient for you to speak to me as a man…if you have to kill my parents to get my attention, then you murdered your Son for no reason and humanity is lost. If you have a problem with what I did…you need to talk to ME!”

Actually, I shouted those words at the top of my lungs: dogs barked and doors opened.

God’s words came back to me that night: “John, your parents are fine. You will see them tomorrow. What do your fears really say of me?”

I know… the irony here is too much: an overt advocate for rational objective truth claiming a conversation with God. But hey, that is no more ironic than advocates of Kantian philosophy bemoaning the lack of intellectuals in the world, or Calvinists railing against the lack of moral character in humanity.

Day four waxed long, as minutes refused to become hours. Police were beginning to coordinate an effort between  jurisdictions across three states; a hunt was about to start in earnest. I was on the phone with law enforcement when my parents walked through the door.

They were indeed fine. My mother said that for three days she’d had a nagging thought to call me but the cell reception at Gettysburg national battlefield prevented a signal, and she’d forgotten when they’d been near a land line. Ten years ago, to my parents, cell phones were a curios extravagance to be kept turned off at all times. As it turned out, my father’s memory of meeting times and dates was dramatically different than mine…or my sister’s or my grandmother’s or my aunts, for that matter. My Grandmother had a lot to say about that later.

“What do your fears really say of me?” Excellent question this. One that I have spent the last decade, give or take, unraveling in my own mind.

Main Entry: ca·pri·cious
Pronunciation: k&-‘pri-sh&s, -‘prE-
Function: adjective
1 : governed or characterized by impulse or whim: as a : lacking a rational basis b : likely to change suddenly
2 : not supported by the weight of evidence or established rules of law -often used in the phrase arbitrary and capricious –ca·pri·cious·ly adverb –ca·pri·cious·ness noun

3: determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason; “a capricious refusal”; “authoritarian rulers are frequently capricious”; “the victim of whimsical persecutions”

Dear Christian Chicken Little, here it is. The source of the fear and the starting point of all Spiritual Tyranny–The gods are capricious. Shamans the world over, since the beginning of human existence, have sold this idea to the masses. Demagogues of Dictated Good use divine capriciousness as their primary extortion tool.

Only one way exists to deal with people: Force — Ideas or Violence.

The force of ideas is the power to persuade, to aim an argument at someone’s head. Assuming they are capable and interested in thinking, truth has an amazing capacity to bear itself out.

Violence is the point of a sword or the point of a nail, robbing a man of his choices, ultimately robbing his mind, his capacity to think, rendering him vacant, empty, mute, and robotic, without consent or embrace. Extortion is really force, aimed at a valued hostage.

In spiritual matters, the force is always the disposition of divine pleasure and the hostage is always the future state of one’s soul. Refusing to obey the shamans is always met with roaring, hazy coercion, or quiet foreboding implication. Demagogues of Dictated Good love to let their flock stew in the terror of their own minds, filling in the disaster and retribution by the endless gremlins of bad. Demagogues of Dictated Good predict all manner of misadventure at failed compliance to their considered opinions. They beam magnanimous smiles as reports of disaster affirm their assertion.

God help us when the Demagogues of Dictated Good join forces with history’s Hitlers drunk on bloodlust and despotism: combined, they use fire and sword to enforce “GOD’s” will. The result is the carnage of the Aztecs, the immolation of  Witches by the Catholic Church, or the endless string Islamic adolescent suicide bombers.

To appease the  capricious God, Man is laid with his throat bare for sacrifice. Mystic Despots proclaim Human life cheaper than trees. Mystic Despots use force to subordinate Man’s well-being below the lives of snail darters, or snakes, or cats, or whatever other twisted figure he chips out of stone to compel humans to prostrate before.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, your fears, your torment hinges here. You believe God is capricious: that He does not deal with men rationally, with knowable intentional purpose, but perpetrates upon them pain, and suffering, and hardship, beating them about the head and shoulders for daring to aspire to…much of anything. You believe that God only deals with man by force. You believe that His primary method of communication is piteously drubbing man about the head and shoulders with the circumstances of life.

You are inclined to object, telling me that it isn’t capriciousness but mystery:  “His ways are above our ways; His methods past finding out….” He loves us, whatever the great mystery of His knowledge, His purposes and motives are love.

Yes, I know. Capricious implies that God is unloving. Mystery makes it sound so much more benevolent. But that intellectual distinction is really no distinction at all: it amounts to the same thing. “You don’t understand me!” Whack! “You are sinful” Whack! “I love you!” Whack! “You are confused!” Whack!

Capriciousness eradicates cause and effect wisdom and understanding. Capriciousness destroys the concept of values and obliterates a standard of measure. And so does the fictitious appeal to God’s manifold mystery.

It is in this valueless, cause-and-effect vacuum that the Destroyers rise. The Destroyers are the Demagogues of Dictated Good. They thrive because YOU believe only THEY can bring order to divine will. Because YOU believe  THEY are uniquely qualified to point out the cause-and-effect of God’s intent. Because YOU believe they are the REAL source of value.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, your fears, your torment hinges here. Until you believe deep down in your soul that God fully intends for you to know His intention and wishes you no ill will, that He conceives no arbitrary harm against you, you will forever cower before Him like a medieval villager before the Gargoyles.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I can preach endlessly of hope, and freedom, and faith but the words will fall dead on your ears.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I can point out to you that proportional justice i.e “… an eye for an eye…” is a God idea. I can point out to you that specific justice i.e. “… if an Ox gores a man, you shall kill the Ox…” is a God idea. And yet many of you read my thoughts about my parents suffering for my temerity and genuinely believe it a reasonable execution of divine justice and judgment.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I can point out that “God opposes the proud and gives grace to the humble…” doesn’t have ANYTHING to do with submitting to a pastor. And you will not hear me.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I can tell you that the Gospel was the proclamation of an anointing that set people free from sickness, pain, emotional bruising, economic bondage, and raised the dead; that the function of the New Covenant was for the express purpose of giving all of humanity access to the Blessing of Abraham and the Covenants of Promise. But when you hear the word Gospel, your mind speeds down the path of the cult of death that has become the worship of the cross. To your mind this means that we are all, like Jesus, sacrificial animals.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I can tell you that man’s natural state is pleasure and blessing and you will cringe at the temerity and selfishness, and wonder how long God will allow me to persist in heresy.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I can tell you that the Destroyers have always risen as a result of your LACK of Ego. They rise when men are not fully defined selves with the ability to identify wants and desires and aspirations, with the expectation that naming them too God, their Father, aids and abets the fulfillment of the very same. They rise when men Lay Down their Minds and quit defending themselves. You will hear my words and think them full of all manner of presumption, too wonderful, or too selfish to be believed.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I could try to explain the error in the doctrines that make God capricious, but your eyes will glaze over with yet another theological conversation and you will justify your lack of intellectual focus because a capricious God does not really need rational  understanding or any explanation for His actions: so why does it really matter? Your excuse notwithstanding, that does not change the fact that a choice stands before you.

The same choice that has been before humanity from Adam’s rebellion till now: how does man deal with the fear that plagues his soul? Run and hide–try some feeble effort to cover up? Or run to God and see how He fixes the problem. I can say this with certainty. Man was not a sacrificial animal then. He is not one now.

I am not offering a panacea. No single magic prayer exists. Utopia, a place without hardship or life’s challenge, does not exist.  One cannot escape the rigor of life by bunkering in a church, submitting to a pastor, or reading my blog posts.  An entire air castle has been built in your mind founded on one premise. No quick fix to your fear exists, because the fortification is built deep in your soul.

Dear Christian Chicken Little, I am only putting my finger on the source, the foundational premise.

If God is NOT capricious, that means He IS interested in making His will, His purpose, His intentions known. From this foundation, it is profoundly easy to destroy the house of cards the Demagogues of Dictated Good have built.

So maybe start with a prayer, low and quiet, of your own timid choosing.  Or maybe you start with what I said:

“I refuse to be tyrannized. If the New Birth, and the Adoption of Sons, and the manifestation of the Holy Spirit is not sufficient for you to speak to me as a man…if you have to kill _________  to get my attention, then you Murdered your Son for no reason and humanity is lost. If you have a problem with what I did… you need to talk to ME!”

Dear Christian Chicken Little, then run outside to see if the sky is falling. I promise you it will be right where you saw it last.

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Montgomery County Kissy Face

SGM and MDCo Preachers

sitting in a tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

First comes love.

Then comes marriage.

Then comes carnage that no one disparage.

That would be Montgomery County Maryland, the home of the manifest evil Sovereign Grace Tyrannies; just so there is no confusion.

Keep your pucker on, boys, it suits you! Or is it ignorance that suits you? Well, it has to be self -imposed ignorance because it is impossible that people living in Montgomery County Maryland and the surrounding metroplex do not know of CLC/PDI/SGM. If the church is even a little bit contemporary, I’d lay odds that half of the praise and worship roster was written by someone at Sovereign Grace Tyrannies.

I am talking to you, pastors in the DC Metroplex, and for that matter, all you church “leaders”–any county, any state, any country–where Sovereign Grace Tyrannies are perpetrated and the spiritual carnage limps into your counseling sessions for some serious triage. You KNOW the stories.

So here is the question: where are YOU? Puckering up at the SGM backside?

Noel’s Story… kiss, kiss, kiss

Jim and Carol’s Story… kiss, kiss, kiss

Free Bird’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

Keith’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

musicman’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

Butterfly’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

Julie’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

db’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

Kim’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

Ryan’s…kiss, kiss, kiss

The list goes on, and on, and on. Stories PLURAL that have been shared on www.sgmsurvivors.com …kiss, kiss, kiss

And more stories on www.sgmrefuge.com … kiss, kiss, kiss.

Despicable account of husbands more interested in the affirmations of men than the love and loyalty and counsel of their wives; single moms browbeaten into “Disciplining” their children absent context or consideration for the child’s mental, emotional, or spiritual struggles.  Children abused and perpetrators shielded in the name of forgiveness.   Whispers of Suicides, people who’ve despaired their interactions to the point of death, covered up and marginalized. People confronted with extraordinary pain and suffering, counseled that seeking help and healing was a function of their sin and selfish deception. Repeated accounts where the pursuit of “sound doctrine” is the primary source of family splits: doctrine is the highest importance and of no consequence depending on pastoral purpose. Submission is equated with personal transparency and Authority is the power to dictate personality. Young men with callings railroaded out the door of the church for the smallest perceived doctrinal failings–all profound alleged tales of absolute Sovereign Grace Tyranny’s pastoral oppression.

“But those stories didn’t happen in Montgomery County Maryland…”

Oh, cut it out.

Pastors are notoriously nosy, rooting around in people’s lives if it suits their purpose. We have entire doctrines that mandate pew-sitter transparency to leadership temerity. And don’t pretend for a minute that the stories recounted on the blogosphere are not identical to the ones you have heard in your tithe purchased offices. You have heard the stories fresh, seen the tears, seen the frustrations spill out over your church offices–presided over families falling apart, and the lives crumbling under the pressure of being outcast for fantastically twisted reasons, despairing of their very sanity in the mistreatment. And the hallmark is that the elements of the story, the methods employed to bully and silence and manipulate remain stunningly consistent no matter how the names change or the details differ.

And here is the reality. I talked to a number of you MCo MD “leaders” almost a decade ago when I distributed copies of Blight in the Vineyard, way back when most people were too terrified to detail their interaction with then PDI and long before the blogosphere gave enough anonymity for many to start saying Sovereign Grace Ministries sucks and no one was selling T-shirts. When I sat in your office and detailed my own story… and then we talked candidly, you told me of your “concerns” for the consistency of the story and the observed the aftermath.

So what can be the reason for the lip-puckering silence? Is it admiration? Do you look with longing at the multi Million Dollar CLC campus on Muncaster Mill Rd and wish that you could do the same? Have you bought into the notion that they really are the standard? They really have mastered the essence of Christianity? Or is it that you preach your own brand of submission and authority and perpetrate some of the same insanity?  You cannot judge because that would indict you?

Here it is. I am baffled by the absence of you preachers that thump the pulpit regularly for Submission and Authority and Covering and Oversight rushing to champion the cause of the abused masses at the hands of Sovereign Grace Ministries. Here is your golden opportunity to show yourself consistent with your very doctrine.

What do you give in return for the submission of the masses to your considered leadership? What? Be specific? Covering from Bad Ideas?  Covering from Demons? Covering from Wolf Religion?

You are frauds. All of you! Every single last one of you who stand in the pulpit and demand submission for this wonderful spiritual fiction called covering. And when the opportunity to actually cover, actually defend the sheep…what do you do? What actions have you taken?

I am going to keep saying it until one and all see the doctrine of submission and authority and spiritual covering for the fraud that it is. Submission is always a church-member specific action meaning that members are obligated to submit their minds and resources to one guy in one location. Authority is always for the express function of dictating the content of truth and mandating action. Covering NEVER has a church leader specific outcome.

“Don’t date the church…” is really euphemism for “I do Christianity better than anyone else and it is infidelity to go down the street and find out if I’m lying.” Therefore, preachers can never be judged.

This is the heart of the submission and authority doctrine: an excuse to justify sectarianism. The lack of action on the part of MDCo Preachers to get in the game and do some qualitative and quantitative “Covering” is evidence of the fraud and part and parcel for the real motivation behind the doctrine.

Dale O’shields, do you preach submission and authority? Your church is practically next door. How could you not know what is happening? How could you not?

Charles  Schmitt, I know you’ve suffered the stories of tyranny discussed on www.sgmrefuge.com www.sgmsurvivors.com and on occasion here: www.spiritualtyranny.com. I know you have tremendous compassion for those who have suffered under the spiritual tyranny of Sovereign Grace Ministers. I know it meant a lot to you to reconcile with Larry Tomczak and Che Ahn. But how much longer will you be silent? Have you ever preached submission to authority and covering? When will it no longer be enough to just extend compassion to those of have suffered? When will you refuse to be silent? You know the methods these men use to destroy a man, and to crush his will. You’ve suffered this process. You read my book and know the details of their ongoing tyranny. You’ve heard the stories over and over and over. How much longer will you be silent?

Dwayne Brewington. I’ve talked to you. What did you tell me? You just don’t understand the issues? How can you be ignorant of the very body of doctrine that calls you a heretic? I know the doctrine of submission and authority and covering comes out of your pulpit. Ignorance is NO EXCUSE for failing to cover, failing to defend! You have a faith vision for an INTERNATIONAL ministry. How can you not avail yourself to the issues affecting Christians in your own backyard? If you are protecting, if you are covering folks, it is your job to understand the issues. Come on Dwayne, get your faith hommies to put their confession on the line. Show the world that faith is good for something more than the late model Bimmer. You’ve got a faith molehill right over on Muncaster Mill. Get in the game, brother–represent!

Greg Zetts.  How long can you let this disaster persist? I’ve talked to you too. I know you live and die by this doctrine of submission and authority and covering. How many times did the EX-CLCers arrive on your doorstep? How many times did you hear details of the carnage pour from people’s lives?! It isn’t enough to wring your hands and say you’ll pray. How many times did you cover them? You call yourself a Pastor of pastors. What does that mean exactly? How many more sermons on the evils of celebrating Christmas does a congregation need to hear before your “leadership team” gets a sense of proportion? How many times did you show up on CJ’s doorstep asking for an account of the mistreatment? Have you ever?

The only reasons I don’t name more names with more websites is because I have forgotten how many men I approached with copies Blight in the Vineyard long ago losing track of the ignored phone calls or the rebuffs.

How many other pastors in Montgomery County Maryland have turned a blind eye, and a deaf ear, and with a straight face preached that it is your unique place in the body to filter true doctrine and protect the sheep? Have you called “Sound Doctrine” central and demanded an explanation? Have you preached with fervor into CJ Mahaney’s ear about your position of covering and demanded to know what is happening over at SGM gives you great concern?

What is the answer? You can’t be bothered? It isn’t your calling? You don’t feel led?

This is why the whole doctrine of covering and submission is an enormous fiction. These are all excuses. You cannot have it both ways. Get to protecting and covering–i.e. get your timid butt in gear and figure out how to stop the madness. There isn’t anything coming out of that stupid prophecy mic that a 12-year-old shouldn’t be able to discern. If your flock can’t tell the good from the bad yet, another sermon on submission and authority ain’t gonna fix it.

It’s time to step up and address an obvious list of abuses coming from a single ministry in your own backyard.

If not, forever let it be said that you don’t cover anybody except your own backside with those puckered lips.

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Women and Children First

By John Immel

This blog apostle gig is exhausting. I have to talk endlessly about Submission and Authority. I have to figure out how to justify an apostolic authority without an apostolic succession since I’m not Catholic.

And I have to protect all those people with my apostolic authority.

Oh, wait…I can’t say that. Because when it comes time to actually cover someone, where am I?

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You know…screw it…I think I have been too subtle. Let’s try blunt. It turns out that I can’t get my Funny Bone re-attached on this one.

Let’s try ranting, raving flamingly, in your face unapologetic.  Noel told her story on www.sgmsurvivors.com about her three-year-old daughter being molested by a 15-year-old boy in a Sovereign Grace Ministries church, and the ensuing pastoral counseling ordeal that spans YEARS. The boy lies to the pastors about his actions and his evil. The pastors, in a stroke of utter insanity,  play spiritual patty cake with the boy and villainize the parents. Why? What can be the logic? What can be the motive?

I can’t begin to understand the stunning lack of objectivity in the actions of seemingly every Sovereign Grace Ministries “leader” associated with the story. And since every “leader” at SGM keeps note on EVERYBODY, that would leave NOBODY out of the chain of responsibility.

I marvel at the lack of concern for justice: the stunning obfuscation between vengeance and justice. I marvel at the utter impatience with Noel and her husband Grizzly to work through the process of their own grief. I marvel at SGM “leadership” determination from the outset to minimize what this 15-year-old had done.

(What did it matter if the child was asleep while she was being fingered?  What did it matter if she never knew? So if I shoot, say, Robin Boisvert in the head while he’s sleeping, that makes the assault less immoral? Can I be on staff if I don’t call John Owen a sissy? Since I did it while Robin was sleeping, I should be qualified? He never knew after all?)

Larry Tomczak, where the Hell are you, in all your Apostolic Glory? Che Ahn, where are you in all your submission and authority magnificence?

I know WHAT you are. A couple of gutless-wonder charlatans more interested in a form of righteousness and a pathetic need to justify your own existence and not a shred of action that even pretends at the power of apostolic office. I mean what EXACTLY is this Apostolic authority used for? I mean really… isn’t THIS the thing you national SPIRITUAL AMBASSADORS claim to be FOR? Defending? COVERING?  PEOPLE?

You were PRINCIPAL parts of the insanity that has become Sovereign Grace Ministries. You know the inner workings. You both suffered those inner workings. How can you turn a blind eye to the methods: their power and determination to tyrannize? What are you clinging to? Some absurd super spiritual determination for reconciliation?

There is no reconciliation with Sovereign Grace Ministries…there is no reform with evil. Chamberlain already tried that. REMEMBER! There is no brotherly participation with men whose governmental philosophy makes them Elected Official, Police Force, Judge, Jury, and Spiritual Executioner–“Men” who reserve the right to doctrinally enforce ignorance or nosiness depending on how it serves their purpose. “Men” who turn their craven Care Group leaders into the Waffen-SS.  (You care group leaders are no men… go ahead and cut it all off. It’s useless. No wonder you need CJ to tell you how to romance your wives and act like men.) “Men” who reserve the right to make the sin of lying superior to the CRIME of molestation!!

Larry, how does this fail to strike your very manhood? Did CJ keep your testicles in a box when you “signed” your humility letter? You were booted for lying. A 15-year-old recidivistic child molester lies repeatedly about his actions and because he can read Sin and Temptation and speak the CJ speak, he is put in Children’s ministry. Just think of what you COULD have gotten away with. Your 401K and cushy Montgomery County salary could have remained intact if you’d just been willing to say Hail John Calvin and Goose step down Muncaster Mill Rd.

Che Ahn, how can you remain silent?   How can you remain uninvolved?  Or are you hedging your bets by some quiet influence behind the scene?  Or has it not even occurred to you that you bear responsibility?

Where does this collective unwillingness to emphatically and absolutely call Sovereign Grace Ministries a force of evil in the modern world come from? Dozens of stories have been openly shared on www.sgmsurvivors.com and www.sgmrefuge.com of the tyranny and abuse; and the email pour in from others too scared, or too detailed to publish. I marvel at the apologizing and the endless timidity that tries to pass for humble, clement spirituality: the relentless effort to not appear angry or passionate or judgmental.

Bullpucky and nonsense!

We have lost our sense of proportion. Christians will rail en masse about Todd Bentley’s personal failings and his screwy calls for angelic visitation, but we get timid, meek, and mild when stories of stunning abuse and the cover-up of criminal activity are revealed by former members of Sovereign Grace Ministries? All because CJ Mahaney has elevated himself to poster child of humble communication and a demagogue of the Mathew 18 ethic to mean he gets to reconcile with only those who have offended HIM?

Are you JOKING?

The implications here are vast. When Evil can call itself Righteousness and then parade itself with impunity and those defending TRUE Righteousness must apologize for bringing a judgment, humanity is LOST. Christianity has forfeited the right to be called Salt and Light. And PRETEND apostles are revealed for cowardly, gutless, craven, frauds.

Che Ahn, if you have a fivefold calling now you had one then, back when you were a part of PDI, then the calling did not change.  The authority you claim to have NOW is the same authority you should have used to stop the madness.  So, how is it you think you are absolved? What? You think because you are part of a bunch Charismatics dubbing each other Apostles that you have arrived? Is Apostle-ness expressed in word or is it in DEED?

Whatever. Your theologizing is irrelevant.

You are BOTH a couple of gutless frauds. If you can’t speak out openly, publicly, and with moral clarity, and utter, absolute, outrage at the conduct of your “Apostolic Brothers” at Sovereign Grace Ministries, you have forfeited the right to call yourself a lover of righteousness, or covering for people. (And this goes for ALL national “Apostles” that fail to do their job!)

Stay comfy in your apostolic office. Furnish it well with tithes and offerings. Be at ease in your silent cowardice.  Keep covering the asses of all those other “men” who need someone to have spiritual asses covered. You and your butt buddies can guard the prophecy mic… make sure nobody speaks in tongues out of order. That is a very, very, very important apostolic responsibility. Make sure everything is decent and in order. Keep your priorities straight and your reputations pristine. People need to be able to look up to their spiritual coverings after all. Well… in your case look behind, since you are very obviously not in FRONT.

It’s okay… The work of resisting the evil pouring out of the cesspool of SGM is being done.

The women and children are carrying the fight against the misogynistic forces of evil at Sovereign Grace Ministries.  Well, the women and children are carrying carnage.

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From Whence the Destroyers Cometh

By John Immel

Another story of carnage, of oppression, of injustice comes to our attention and we wonder why?

From where does this come? What is the source?

“It is our nature,” say some.

“It is in our nurture,” say others.

So we build elaborate doctrines to elevate men to arbitrate good and right and truth:  these men will beat back the evil and defend us from the carnage. Only to find that those we follow have done worse, in the name of the people, in the name of good, in the name of God.

We wail at our dissolution. We weep at the injustice. We moan at our plight. “See,” we say, “We are doomed. Not even the best amongst us can prevail. Don’t judge, for you can succumb to the same nature. Don’t condemn because you haven’t walked in the shoes that nurtured the evil.”

But it never occurs to us that we are lost, because each INDIVIDUAL refuses to FIND. Find what?

Most men never choose to apprehend wisdom and understanding. They wander the streets of life, vainly imitating the actions and words of others. Some will learn to fish: most will follow the fisherman into the wilderness on the HOPE that he will fish for them.

A paltry few men will pause to listen to the ranting voice in the streets –a voice that shouts the exhortation to possess wisdom and understanding at all cost–and fewer still will take to heart the exhortation to seek, ask, and knock.

Men refuse WISDOM because its price is free, and they will despise UNDERSTANDING because its price is exorbitant.

The cry of wisdom fades in their ears after a moment or three and they remain oblivious to the cause and effect of success, prosperity, life, and blessing. They blame the meagerness of their survival and the injustice of life on the intentions of divine will, or the moral superiority of Altruism, or the selfish indulgence of the successful, or the evil actions of demonic hordes.

Having abandoned purposeful existence, men subsist by clinging to those who will live the rigor of life for them. HERE is the source of the Destroyers.

Since men make no effort to find wisdom and refused to pay the price for understanding, they have no way to make a choice.

WHO is the right person to cling?

WHO can tell?

WHAT are the tools of measure?

Like a sea captain who loses sight of the stars and has pitched his charts and sextant into the abyss, these intentionally indolent souls are tossed and blown by every wind of doctrine. Well, no, that isn’t right. They are beguiled by one specific doctrine.

The doctrine of the Destroyer is always the same.

Intentionally indolent and apathetic men always gravitate to HE who absolves them of the burden of finding wisdom and acting on understanding.

Intentionally indolent and apathetic men swear loyalty to HE who claims the sole authority to beat back the evil.

Intentionally indolent and apathetic men will sell their souls, check their brains, and empty their bank accounts to HE who says he can give order to Divine will.

Will it matter that the Destroyer says man is a sacrificial animal?

Will it matter that the Destroyer says that man should never seek justice, for real justice would be God’s justifiable wrath?

Will it matter that the Destroyer will soon preach that they should not expect much from life, that suffering is the natural state of human existence, that prosperity and health are selfish obsessions?

Will it matter that the Destroyer will eventually tell them that the only health and prosperity and blessing man will ever really know is some other place and some other time, in some distant utopian future?

Will it matter that the Destroyer will eventually tell them that divine will is what everyone can objectively see, or not see, depending on the moment and the person?

Will it matter that the Destroyer never decreases manifest evil by an inch?

Will it matter that the Destroyer will lay law upon law, burden upon burden, demand upon demand, upon their shoulders and never deliver on his proclamation to lift the weight from their souls?

Will it matter that the Destroyer will make them twice the sons of Hell with every spirit-crushing edict?

Will it matter that the Destroyer will eventually threaten compliance to his edicts with a gun, or a guillotine, or a flaming stake?

Will it matter that the Destroyer will eventually threaten compliance to his edicts with extortion–he has the power to grant them access to Heaven, to Valhalla, to Paradise: fail to comply and suffer divine displeasure.

The answer is: Of course not.

The Destroyer’s promise to remove the responsibility–the rigor from life–will satisfy their indolent and apathetic souls. They will go to their graves believing the Destroyer had sound doctrine and never once questioning that he never delivered on his promise to remove the burden of life, the consequence of evil action, and the nameless faceless gremlins of bad.

It will never occur to them that, in fact, the burdens increased proportional to the proclamation that sacrifices and suffering were the natural state for sinners.

It will never occur to them that the cause and effect of Divine will became ever more unintelligible with every proclaiming of God’s manifold mystery.

It will never occur to them that Bible says that wisdom will make a man rich, understanding is to be obtained at all costs, and God is fully knowable, that justice and righteousness are fully attainable human mandates.

No, it will never occur to them because they got what they wanted. To be indulged in their indolence and apathy, affirmed in their incompetence, and absolved of their responsibility for the rigor of their own life.

The price was the rise of the Destroyer who spread destruction, enabled exploitation, advocated plunder, and eradicated individuality…

The Price was their … death.

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I’m Grumpy

Not to be confused as a reference to the dwarfs in that Disney Movie.  No…I am in fact referring to my emotional state.

My temptation at the moment is to rant and rave and then rave and RANT! I did read Noel’s Story on www.sgmsurvivors. It takes a while to get through for two reasons. There are lots of details and the emotional content will make most anyone with a pulse who is not a statist/collectivist have to walk away and hug their children every few paragraphs as they head to the phone to threaten their pastor. I don’t have children, so I hugged my stuffed animals and called my mom.   Then I went to a comedy club and listened to jokes for two hours. THEN I came back and finished the story and the thread that followed. It was a long night.

However, my rants are much better when I can cause carnage with my wit and humor. And today, I’m just not funny. Well…I am…but my funny bone is not connected to my Rant and Rave bone. Oh, but never fear, it will get re-attached. And I will resume my unrelenting assault on spiritual tyrants. (Names forthcoming)

Today is a mental health day…a post for the sake of posting something fun. I have an unwritten rule that I won’t post just for the sake of filling up post pages. When folks come here I am motivated to give them the best original content and social commentary I have.

On very rare occasions I will break my own rule.  Below are things that made me giggle.  And since I am not a nice Church boy (never have been, never will be, never want to be), you’ll get further an insight to my sense of humor.

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Three Ducks Walk Into A Bar…

“Say, what’s your name?” the bartender asked the first Duck.

“Huey,” was the reply.

“How’s your day been, Huey?”

“Great. Lovely day. Had a ball. Been in and out of puddles all day. What else could a duck want?” said Huey.

“Oh. That’s nice,” said the bartender.

He turned to the second duck, “Hi, and what’s your name?”

“Dewey,” came the answer from duck number two.

“So how’s your day been, Dewey?” he asked.

“Great. Lovely day. I’ve had a ball too. Been in and out of puddles all day myself. What else could a duck want?”

The bartender turned to the third duck and said, “So, you must be Louie?”

“No,” she said, batting her eyelashes, “My name is Puddles.”

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IF College students had written the Bible:

  • Last Supper would have been eaten the next morning–cold.
  • The Ten Commandments are actually only five, double-spaced, and written in a large font.
  • New edition every two years in order to limit reselling.
  • Forbidden fruit would have been eaten because it wasn’t cafeteria food.
  • Paul’s letter to the Romans becomes Paul’s e-mail to abuse@romans.gov.
  • Reason Cain killed Abel: They were roommates.
  • The place where the end of the world occurs: Finals, not Armageddon.
  • Out go the mules, in come the mountain bikes.
  • Reason why Moses and followers walked in desert for 40 years: They didn’t want to ask directions and look like freshmen.
  • Instead of God creating the world in six days and resting on the seventh, He would have put it off until the night before it was due and then pulled an all-nighter.

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The Garden Of Eden

A Brit, a Frenchman, and a Russian are viewing a painting of Adam and Eve frolicking in the Garden of Eden.

“Look at their reserve, their calm,” muses the Brit. “They must be British.”

“Nonsense,” the Frenchman disagrees. “They’re naked and so beautiful. Clearly, they are French.”

“No clothes, no shelter,” the Russian points out, “they have only an apple to eat, and they’re being told this is paradise. Clearly, they are Russian.”

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