I don’t mean to curse—I’m not being harsh, it’s just a statement of fact.
The Most Reverend Mrs. Meyer is a great promoter, a charismatic speaker (and, no, I don’t mean she delivers her sermons in tongues), and a multi-millionaire.
After years at a $900,000 personal salary (not including $450K annually to David, Meyer’s stay-at-home cuckolded husband), Meyer has been able to attain a luxurious, self-indulgent lifestyle.*
Just imagine being the butch-voiced harbinger of prosperity theology:
You awake in one of your three mansions—paid for at a cost of over $3 million by your loving supporters. You don the latest in designer clothes and are whisked off to the airport by a ministry provided pink limousine to your awaiting ministry-provided personal jet.
Nothing but the best for the Oprah of Faith.
And, after all, why doesn’t she deserve the money? She’s been telling her supporters for years she was living a lavish lifestyle and they should too.
What she failed to tell them was how THEY could receive the $70 million in annual donations Meyer receives.
Like the classic ponzi scheme, Joyce Meyer advocates giving sacrificially to her “ministry.” Where does the money go? To get on more television stations to make more money to get on more television stations to make more money to get on…you get the picture.
Why give? Simple: “Give my ministry $1,000 and God will bring the Hundredfold Return.” $1,000 becomes a $100,000 check from Almighty God’s banker.
I think his name is Hershel. Of course, he’s Jewish.
Gee, that means each year the $70 million given to the “ministry” must result each year in the production of $7 BILLION in wealth for the givers. Lucky devils. It’s like knowing the lottery numbers in advance.
Sign me up.
So why am I not taking Meyer to task? Why is this article pointed at her supporters?
Simple: You’re the problem.
Supporters of Meyer and her kind (Hinn, Copeland, et. al.) simply exploit the basest of human lusts: Greed.
Why do you give to Meyer? You want to get rich. You want to control God. You want to BE Joyce Meyer. Instead of feeling nausea when she claims “The Holy Spirit’s gonna preach today” followed by her pabulum drivel, you’re excited.
How will she help me manipulate God today?
And when she tells you to reach for your pocket book, you do so willingly. You are a willing participant in propagating her malicious gospel of hedonism.
Without financing, she has no Brenda-Vaccaro-ish voice.
But you are not alone in propagating her filth. Radio stations, television stations and bookstores are to blame as well.
Give time and space to Meyer and you are doing more than just making money—you are promoting deception in God’s Kingdom.
So you can go to hell, too.
The other day I was walking through Wal-Mart’s book isle (not sure why we need Wal-Mart to sell books, but interestingly enough they do.) There, on the shelf, was a book entitled “Things that Steal Your Joy.” On the cover was a huge head-shot of Joyce Meyer.
My only thought was, “How could they know?”
(* http://www.trinintyfi.org/press/JoyceMeyer6.html )