by Pa Rock
Citizen Journalist
My grandparents, Dan and Sis (Nancy Jane Roark) Sreaves spent the better part of their lives farming and raising seven children in an area of rural Newton County, Missouri, called Swars Prairie. The Sreaves family and their neighbors were so poor, and self-reliant by nature, that the Great Depression did not impact them nearly as much as it did their city cousins. One old family story relates that Granddad became so angry at one of his brothers when he learned his errant sibling accepted some government “relief,” that the two quit speaking to one another.
Congregants of the Elevation Church are called "Elevators."
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"Elevator - elevator
We got the shaft!"
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My grandparents, Dan and Sis (Nancy Jane Roark) Sreaves spent the better part of their lives farming and raising seven children in an area of rural Newton County, Missouri, called Swars Prairie. The Sreaves family and their neighbors were so poor, and self-reliant by nature, that the Great Depression did not impact them nearly as much as it did their city cousins. One old family story relates that Granddad became so angry at one of his brothers when he learned his errant sibling accepted some government “relief,” that the two quit speaking to one another.
The old farm couple attended a small community church – one
of those where the minister followed someone home every Sunday after morning
services for a noon meal, undoubtedly as a way to supplement his meager income. The preacher’s salary was paid in full by the
congregants, and he was always dependent upon their faithfulness and
generosity. I heard that once when circumstances
were unusually dire, my grandfather took over paying the preacher’s entire
salary out of his own pocket.
In those days the minister was seen as the shepherd, and
those attending his church constituted the flock. It was the preacher’s job to guide the flock
in religious matters, and in return for his guidance, the flock gave him the
protection of an insignificant wage with which to maintain his family. It was an arrangement that would hopefully lead
to a moral life and salvation, but nobody expected to get rich from the
process.
That was all back in the days when preachers still warned
about the rich having less chance of entering the Kingdom of Heaven than a
camel did of passing through the eye of a needle. Those who became burdened with money were
expected to rid themselves of it by helping the less fortunate. Seriously.
Sis Sreaves has been gone now over sixty years (I barely
remember her), and Dan departed this life a little over forty years ago. If there is a Heaven, Dan and Sis are surely
there. They spent their lives working
hard, being good parents and grandparents, and caring for others.
That’s what Christianity used to be all about – helping
others – doing unto others as you would have them do unto you. Now, of course, Christianity has, in many
places, morphed into a greedy monster that would be unrecognizable and appalling
to good people from years ago, people like my grandparents.
There’s a story out of Charlotte, North Carolina, that has
been getting quite a bit of play in the news this week. It regards a “mega-church” minister who has
been trying to explain to the press why he and his family need a 16,000 square
foot (more or less) new home safely hidden in 19 acres of dense forest – a
project with a price tag estimated somewhere north of a million dollars. The minister, thirty-three-year-old Stephen
Furtick, of the Elevation Church told his congregation that the lavish, new,
seven-and-a-half- bathroom home is a “gift from God,” and that he was sorry if
the new mega-home had forced them to have “uncomfortable conversations” in
recent days.
Pastor Furtick contends that his mansion in the woods is
being paid for from money he earned on books he has written and his worldwide
speaking engagements. He also notes that
some of his book money is given back to the church. Skeptics note that he should be returning
money to the church since his books are written on church time and advertised
in his sermons. The rub is that the
church finances are controlled in such a way that it is hard to follow the
money.
The pastor’s salary is a secret, and it is not controlled by
the church. Even the most faithful "Elevators" are left in the dark when it comes to salaries paid out by their church.
Salaries are set by an appointed group of five other
mega-church pastors. These pastors also
appear and speak at each other’s churches for a fee. It appears to be a tight little circle that
circumvents the members of the church who generate much of the income. The church recently posted its 2012 annual
report on its website, a report that did not include any information on
salaries.
Ole Anthony is president of the Trinity Foundation – a group
that examines religious fraud. He feels
some ethical issues exist, particularly in regard to the book business and the
pastor’s obvious personal wealth. In
speaking of mega-church pastors, Anthony laments, “The idea of being a servant
is lost. It’s just a job and they try to
make more and more money, and the congregations are losing out. It just infuriates me. It’s the opposite of the pastor being the
servant and feeding the sheep, the pastor’s eating the sheep.”
Somewhere Jesus weeps.
"I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians.
Your Christians are so unlike your Christ."
Mahatma Gandhi
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