The Golden Calf’s got nothin’ on our idols!
Believe it or not, those of us who write satires would really rather they did not come true. As, unhappily, this one did.
I run this post every now and then because I hope and pray that someday the churches will stop doing stupid stuff. The scales will fall from their eyes and they will see what they’ve done… and they won’t do it anymore! No more “gay weddings,” croning ceremonies, Interfaith goulash–and no more New New Testaments.
Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin
I’m re-running this post, from six years ago, because we must never lose sight of what we’re up against.
False teaching and false prophecy have become so rampant in the flatline churches, it’s almost impossible to satirize them anymore. Look what happens when you try!
I mean, come on! They even used the purposely silly name I gave the satire! “The New New Testament.” Cobbled together out of ancient twaddle rejected by the Church centuries ago.
False teaching, false prophecy, are very much with us.
Hang on to your Bible.
I wrote a satire in 2011 featuring a “New New Testament,” and lo and behold, two years later, a bunch of flatline churchmen actually published what they called a “New New Testament.” I hate being right all the time.
Now, who’s so dumb as to be unable to guess what’s in the New New Testament? Go ahead, give it a shot. It’s easy. Just ask yourself, “What would Rosie O’Donnell or Obama put in the Bible, if they were writing it?”
On second thought, who needs that kind of nightmare?