For the love of money ...

I always feel uncomfortable when watching televangelists.They wear too much make-up, they shout at the camera (as if we are all deaf) wave their fingers around, conjure up emotions at the drop of a hat, and milk gullible people for their money.

I mean, switch over to a gospel channel and have a look! The studio back-ground or office is always over-the-top. Suits and clothing are always brand names, and there is always, always a call to buys the latest CD, DVD or book at a discounted price if you call the number on the screen now.

And they sell all kind of trinkets and drivel like blessed oil, holy crosses or mustard seed in a bottle.

But the one below is totally absurd, ridiculous to say the least

Pat-Pobertson-unveils-gay-repelling-necklace

And we let him do it. Where are the church leaders and mentors? Why are they keeping quiet, allowing some people making a mockery of Jesus. Non-believers are laughing at the absurdity of what the so-called Christian leaders are saying.

Where is God and Jesus really in their preacing? Why can the televangelists not leave their fanciful, people pleasing stories and antics and get back to God? But then, on the other hand, that will drop the viewer ratings, bring in less donations and less people to buy the latest CD, DVD or book, or whatever 'blessed' lucky charm they have to sell.

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