This is the ninety-third installment in The Sounds of Fundamentalism series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a video clip that shows the crazy, cantankerous, or contradictory side of Evangelical Christianity, please send me an email with the name or link to the video. Please do not leave suggestions in the comment section. Let’s have some fun!
Today’s Sound of Fundamentalism is a video by Dwain Miller, pastor of Cross Life Church in El Dorado, Arkansas. Miller is a “Dr”, but since his church operates an unaccredited, degree granting college, I think it is safe to assume that his doctorate is not worth the paper it is printed on. Be prepared to hear some crazy stories about casting Pokémon demons out of children. I wonder if Pastor Miller has any photographs of these exorcisms? Something tell me he doesn’t.
(video removed from YouTube)
Here’s another video that you might find interesting.
Wait! He says that “a Christian can’t be demon possessed,” and yet he cast demons out of two children? Perhaps it is because these children were not Christians at the time? And what is the difference between being “demon possessed” and being “attacked by a spirit in your mind”? This is all a crock of baloney. :-p
Grammar Gramma, you do a disservice to baloney in associating it with this Christian preacher and his church message. I weep for dear, precious baloney being used this way. How could you? I am going right now to buy myself a big crock of baloney and makes me one biggy baloney sandwich to try to forget how rude you have been to this simple lunch meat! Shame on you. I will report you to Bruce Almighty!
Ha. Happen to listen to Kevin Swanson’s take on what calls “Pokedemons”. Same type of bullshit – just couched in a slightly more “educated” voice delivery. I’ll listen to his broadcasts when I have a particularly repetitive task to do. My co-workers will look at me quizzically when I just bust out laughing at some ridiculously hysterical statement he or one of his guests make.
I share the ?rather odd? practice of listening to way-out woo-woo at times when I am otherwise occupied with worthwhile tasks. Like you, I do it for the sure guffaws, the roar of laugher given me by the Almighty Nothing…
First Child: Black soot?
Second Child: why didn’t the parents just turn of the TV?