The supporters of Roma Downey and Mark Burnett’s movie, “Son of God”, are either puzzled about or indignant toward individuals that oppose the movie. They do not understand people like me that refuse to compromise. I cannot speak for anyone else, but I can explain why I adopt unyielding positions when defending true Christianity from encroachment by heretics and heresy.
Nearly thirty seven years ago, I was a hopeless drug addict and alcoholic. Immersed deeply in the seedy underworld of the music business, I reveled in sin as a normal way of life. I was extremely vulgar, violent, and filled with hatred because of my childhood. I once put a .38 caliber pistol to my temple, cocked the hammer, and began to squeeze the trigger. Something stopped me that night. Later on I intentionally rolled my car down a mountain in Chattanooga, Tennessee. The police officers and my friends that saw the car remarked that they did not know how I got out alive. Suicide was an inevitable end for me. I was extremely miserable and nothing I did abated the mental and emotional torture.
In a motel room in Lubbock, Texas, I began reading a Bible. I started reading the last book first (because I wanted to know how it ended before I read such a large book). When I read the final verse in Revelation 3, I understood that God wanted to come inside. To make a long story short, I gave my life to Him that night. He delivered me from all bondage instantly; I had no effects of withdrawal. I went to my Mom’s house in Oklahoma and had read the entire Bible before I started looking for a church. When God called me to preach, I began preaching in the State Prison in McAlester, Oklahoma.
I promised that I would follow and obey Him no matter what the cost. In over 36 years of ministry, I have preached over 150 revivals and pastored 8 churches, pioneering 4 of them. I know what it is like to feel God’s strong hand upon me, to operate under the anointing of the Holy Spirit, and have experienced and witnessed many times the supernatural working of God. I have seen demons cast out, people that were near death healed, countless people that were hardened and wicked saved, by the power of God. In my deepest and darkest trials, I learned how to trust God for deliverance, to hear His voice, and to obey His directives. Several times, He has delivered me from death, healed me, and answered prayers for help in very critical situations. I know the true Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior, King of kings and Son of God. I know His voice.
In the past 3 ½ decades, I’ve witnessed the gradual decline of fidelity in professing Christians. It seemed that after a certain level of declension had been reached, another major heresy would arrive. A significant faction of Christians would hop on board without giving it a second thought. Each time they fired verbal darts at me for not accepting their new fad. In each case the argument was the same. They accused me of dogmatism, of clinging to an unreasonable position, of attacking people who only want to serve God, and of refusing to accept God’s “new thing”. I found and still find it incredible that people will reject what is true and pure while they rush to accept something diabolical that has only a modicum of truth. They defend their decision by asking, “Don’t you believe God can work through it?” Certainly, but God can make a jackass talk (2 Peter 2:16). That does not mean that we should have a new standard of putting jackasses in pulpits. The only time one needs to go to plan B is when plan A fails. Plan A is true Christianity according to God’s Word and it will never fail. Plan B is of Satan and his minions are constantly trying to supplant true Christianity with it.
The ones that abandoned true Christianity incrementally grew in number while the amount of true Christians decreased. Many of them died and other ones are old and debilitated. That brings me to the current state of Christianity. Presently, true Christianity is under a widespread insidious attack from New Age mystics and other heretics. It is considered by many in the younger generations as a strange religion, and bizarre in its requirements. Some people even believe that it needs to be discarded and replaced. The replacement Christianity suffers from an identity crisis and is susceptible to every wolf in sheep’s clothing, no matter how scantily clad. The professing masses race to buildings where sensationalism has replaced the Holy Spirit anointing and hirelings fleece them of money and autonomy. They ignore the ones that God has called to shepherd them. Their leaders apply pejorative terms to true Christians. They call us heresy hunters, judgmental and critical spirits, legalistic, dogmatic, and etcetera. We stand in the way of inclusive New Christianity that accepts all religions. It is Seeker Friendly, Emergent, and swims in New Age contemplative spirituality. This all inclusive Christianity is possible because decades of incremental heresy has degraded it and denuded it of identity and exclusiveness. Along the path of declension there were people warning the travelers not to go in that direction. They were labeled alarmists and pilloried for their efforts.
Now we have reached the place to where New Age heretics posing falsely as Christians can make a movie that would have been considered offensive three decades ago. Now it is considered a benefit to God’s kingdom and nearly every leading professing Christian is supporting it. Further, they attack anyone that opposes it. There is a passage in Isaiah where God is speaking that rends my heart.
“For I looked, and there was no man;
I looked among them, but there was no counselor,
Who, when I asked of them, could answer a word.
Indeed they are all worthless;
Their works are nothing;
Their molded images are wind and confusion.” (Isaiah 41:28-29)
Someone must stand up for God on this earth. Someone must defend Him against satanic heresy. Someone must defy all attempts to pervert the Gospel and tarnish the image of Christ Jesus. Someone must keep a strong beacon in the lighthouse of faith. I intend to be one that will do those things no matter what the cost. Some call it dogmatism, but I call it passionate love. No matter what they call it, as long as I have breath, may God never again have to say, “For I looked, and there was no man.”