Eugene David
...The One-Minute Pundit

Sunday, July 17, 2005




I'm not sure I appreciate megachurches. To me they're not so much about God as cheerleading: the loud bad music, the video screens and walls, the production values, the pep-rally chants, the "preachers" screaming at the top of their lungs an anodyne gospel that is less Jesus than prosperity, and less the Bible's word than Dale Carnegie's. Robert "Touchy-Feely" Schuller runs one of the biggest megachurches, but its smiley face and happy attitudes somehow did not prevent the pastor from getting into an impromptu religious war with a flight attendant, or his musical director from barricading himself in an office and killing himself. I wonder if the hordes who attend megachuches leave their "services" any different than they entered, or if it's just some sort of easy way to get 100 percent of your spiritual vitamins -- Total for the soul.

P. S. Who sits in the luxury boxes?

P. P. S. Yes yes, I know, Billy Sunday did the same thing; he had Al Jolson help him out. Who remembers Billy Sunday as anything but the leading begetter of Prohibition and a fount of catch phrases?

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