I should be in bed, but...

instead, I have been sucked in by the theological marvel that is Pastor Casey Treat. He's the pastor of a mega church here in Seattle. I really hope there's only one congregation. I just finished watching him say the most horrifying things. He was saying that if you don't get healed through prayer, you really want to be sick; that your heart isn't really with God. If you don't have a job, you just don't want a job (he actually holds up an imaginary sign and acts homeless). On and on. I wanted to vomit. It had sucked me in, too. He was saying things that made sense -- as much as I didn't want him to make sense. Then he said that. And the audience members were all smiling and nodding, saying, "Amen!" and, "Yes!" He's still talking. The people are still listening.
I don't mean to be a pessimist, but how can we reach people if this is what they want to hear? If what people want is this gospel reinforcing things they way they are, how will they hear a gospel of radical change, the true change of living in the ways Christ showed; the ways of Isaiah and the Prophets.
Shit, man. It's late, my thoughts are without grammar. I need to go to bed, to put these thoughts to rest. Tomorrow, its time to begin again.