The Great Commission

The “gospel” is about Herbert W. Armstrong.
Blast from the past…

 

Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:  Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen. (Matt. 28:19-20)

 

And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature (Mark 16:15 )

Just like Islam, one of the main tenets of Christianity is evangelism.  Spreading the gospel is supposed to be the primary purpose of the Christian believer.  After all, once you have been “saved”, you want to share that salvation with others.  Any other course of action would be selfish and ungrateful.

 But being a missionary in the 21st Century has become a hazardous occupation.  Over the past handful of years, in various countries, missionaries have been kidnapped, murdered, shot down, and blown up by enemies of their faith.  The overwhelming majority of the survivors of these incidents, however, feel justified in continuing their mission.  No one ever said it would be easy, they point out, and being martyred for their faith is actually praised in the Bible.

   

What’s the Point?

 But when I stand back and look at the whole picture, I have to ask myself — is there any point to all this?  After all, missionaries have been going into harm’s way for centuries, suffering persecution of all kinds, and Jesus still hasn’t come back.

 When you stop and think about it, the world is a pretty big place.  At last count there were something like 6 billion human beings, with millions dying and being born every day.  A population in a state of flux.  If you take the Bible literally, you have to ask yourself: Is it even possible to carry out the commission of Mark 16?  Assuming you could even reach (and be understood by) “every creature” — by the time you got done, there would be millions who had been born since you passed their way.  You’d have to start around again.

 Wouldn’t you?

 That logic hasn’t stopped thousands of Christians from trying.  Ignoring for the moment the televangelists with their glittering jewelry and Grand Ole Opry haircuts, there are thousands of sincere, hard-working people out there every day in the plains of Africa, the jungles of the Amazon, and the vastness of China who are trying to spread the word.  They’ve even made converts, and small Christian communities exist in many of these countries, new believers who also do their best to spread the gospel.

 But when does it stop?  When is enough enough?  When do you know you’ve finished the job?

 The answer, of course, would be that only God can know that, and when the job is done Jesus will return.  You just gotta have faith.

 Still, it seems kind of odd, doesn’t it?  Jesus is supposed to have died for everybody, on all continents.  So why is it that only the Western nations contain any measurable percentage of Christians?  Why are the majority of Africans, Asians, Indians, and Arabs predominantly non-Christian?  And why, among those nations with substantial Christian populations, do the lion’s share of missionaries come only from the United States ?

 Based on demographics like those, it looks suspiciously as if the program isn’t working.

   

A Worldwide Work

 For half a century, Herbert Armstrong told us that his mission in life was the spreading of the gospel.  Not the gospel taught by everyone else, a gospel about Jesus, but the gospel Jesus himself taught.  To that end he was on the radio or television every day, preaching the brand of gospel he believed God wanted him to share.  He wrote millions of words in booklets and magazines, traveled to almost every country on the planet, and consorted with kings and prime ministers.

 Outside the United States , Herbert Armstrong probably never spoke personally to more than a few dozen people, yet he and his organization made arrangements to beam radio and TV messages to hundreds of millions, distributed magazines and booklets to over a hundred countries.  Hundreds of millions of dollars were spent on this endeavor, to fulfill the commission of Mark 16 and Matthew 28, because only then could Christ return to earth in power and glory.

 Herbert Armstrong died 18 years ago.  Before he died, he proclaimed that he had finished the job.

 http://www.hoselton.net/religion/hwa/coworker/850104.htm

 So where’s Jesus?

 Why hasn’t he come back?

 Why hasn’t the kingdom of God been established as Herbert and his evangelists promised it would?

 

Splinter Works

 It would seem there is a problem here.  Herbert Armstrong spent 50 years trying to get the work done, and claimed to have finished the job.  Supporting his efforts was a worldwide organization that, at its peak, collected $230 million per year, with a baptized membership of over 100 thousand people, with three college campuses on two continents, with foreign offices on six continents, hundreds of local congregations around the globe, and at least two jet aircraft capable of international flight. 

 Yet most of the world has never heard of Herbert Armstrong (or his Worldwide Church of God), most of the world still isn’t Christian, and Jesus still hasn’t come back.  After 18 years.  So one might logically conclude that Armstrong was wrong when he said he had finished spreading the gospel.  With all those resources and all those dollars, even God’s “end-time apostle” was unable to get the job done.

 Which brings me to the main point of this article: if Herbert Armstrong couldn’t do it, with all that money, all those resources, and all those years…how in the world do the splinter churches think they are going to succeed?

 I haven’t even tried to keep up with all the splinter groups that have spun off from the collapse of WCG; the last count I heard was well over a hundred, collectively comprised of perhaps 50% of the original WCG membership.  Each and every one of these groups apparently thinks that only it is carrying on in Herbert’s footsteps.  The largest of these groups probably numbers under 5000 members, scattered across how many continents, each struggling to put out some kind of publication, a few booklets, maybe a radio or TV program on half a dozen stations.  Each one is in competition with all the others, some even suing others over the publication rights to Herbert’s writings.

 And then, every year or so, one of those groups will self-destruct and splinter into even smaller congregations.  Some have fragmented down to as few as 50-100 members, yet they boldly declare that they are “carrying on” to get the gospel out.

 Is anything wrong with this picture?  Doesn’t this seem like an exercise in futility? 

   

A Grain of Mustard Seed

 I’m sure that, if asked, many members of these numerous and microscopic churches would reply that “size doesn’t matter”, that with “faith the size of a mustard seed”, God is capable of multiplying the work until it fills the earth.

 Sort of sounds biblical, doesn’t it?  But the fact is that most of these groups are about the same size that Armstrong’s church was back in the 1930s.  And they’re collecting just about the same amount of money (adjusted for inflation, perhaps even less).  But why would God go through the same exercise all over again?  After all, most of these groups revere Herbert Armstrong as God’s apostle; God already (supposedly) multiplied Herbert’s work until it became a worldwide work.  Yet that work didn’t get the job done, or we wouldn’t still be here trying to figure out how to preach the gospel to every creature. 

 So…that leaves just about two possibilities.

 

1)    Herbert Armstrong never was an apostle of God, God never had anything to do with Herbert’s work, and Herbert was merely milking his membership for money so he and a few trusted lieutenants could live the good life while those who financed him were bled until they were destitute. 

 

Or,

 

2)    Those now running the splinter groups are doing exactly the same thing, using the Great Commission of Mark 16 and Matthew 28 to extort as much money from as few members as possible, because in reality they are all company men who have been part of an extortion ring for so long that they are too old to get real jobs, which would not pay for their extravagant lifestyles anyway.

 

A third possibility might be that both 1) and 2) are true.

 

If you are a member of one of the “new and improved” churches of God, perhaps it’s time to take a step back and reevaluate.  Could you possibly have been misled?  Is it even logical that your particular group, tiny as it is, can get the gospel message out before your particular leader dies?

 Or is it possible, just maybe, that the original 12 apostles (the real apostles), already did that?

 

Then the disciples went out and preached everywhere, and the Lord worked with them and confirmed his word by the signs that accompanied it. (Mark 16:20 )

10/26/2006

"Wrecked Family" The Reply.

I am the father of the non-cult  (b)oyfriend (now her husband) in the letter. Everything you say is true, but what you didn’t know, couldn’t know, is the devastation that she has brought on my family. I paid for their entire wedding, their rings, their honeymoon, an entire new wardrobe for her, and within months of their marriage, she had reconciled with  family, and is dragging my son into the clutches of this cult. When her parents turned her out on the street at age 17, they threatened me with legal prosecution if I gave her aid in any way. I told them that i simply could not turn my back on someone so helpless, and so obviously in need. Now that she has secured my son and reconciled with her family, she disapproves of my life as a doctor (a dentist), as well as my girlfriend’s life as a cosmetologist. My relationship with my oldest son Spencer has been all but destroyed by the demands and brainwashing that her family and her church have taught her to do. None of her family came to the wedding. It was my honor to serve as my sons best man at his wedding as well as walking the bride down the aisle to give her away to my son. She currently is constantly undermining my ability to raise my remaining three children. Whenever they go over to Spencer and Jessie’s house, she “borrows” their phone and erases my girlfriends number, blocks her from their Facebook pages, and generally undermines any attempts at my son and my reconciliation. My son obviously tries to maintain contact with me, but even though we only live a few blocks apart, he can’t come over here without immediately being scolded and compelled to come “home” to her. It’s ironic that they claim to be Jewish and yet they wanted me to throw their daughter out into the street when she was looking for shelter. Have they forgotten the Holocaust? Fortunately not all Europeans shared this belief in WWII. She was literally living in my daughter’s closet for some time because she didn’t want me, or my then wife, to get into any trouble. I literally was hiding away a Jewish girl in my closet for months while her parents played them role of the Nazis and the SS. It was crazy! Now my son can barely have any relationship with me because she disapproves of our lifestyle! My son now works at the opportunity center in Redmond OR as a tutor to the disabled adults that live there. Oddly enough, Jesse’s (the niece) mother is my son’s supervisor! It goes deeper, much deeper than I could possibly convey in this letter. it would be a book. Thank you for sharing her story. It was a tragedy to my family and destroyed my second marriage, and greatly strains my current relationship. Feel free to write back or call me anytime should you have any questions or need additional information. Thank you for publishing this story, I hope it can save another family from going through what my family is currently going through.

                                            Thank  You,  DR. T.J. Higbee

Editors note: The author of this letter wrote me back with further information. Below is the content of that letter.

I do believe this other story to be about Jesse and my son Spencer, who is in no way a “bum” as a previous author described. He was at one point, the hero in this story, bringing Jesse to our home on her 18th birthday (he was still 5 months from turning 18) because her parents were threatening her with sending her back East to become a bride in an arranged marriage. Spencer never has been a bum, but he is currently caught in the clutches of his marriage to a girl who is edging closer and closer to bringing him into the church’s folds.She has apparently fully reconciled with her parents, and the church as well. Attached is a picture of their wedding party, as well as a picture of me walking my soon to be daughter-in-law down the aisle because her father (as well as the rest of her family, save one sister) refused to attend the wedding. Spencer has never been a “bum” and I’m not sure who wrote that about him, but they only look foolish to anyone who knows him. He works full time, attends school, and keeps Jesse living “the good life” with little to no help from anyone else. Thank you for your information.

 

-Dr. T.J. Higbee

 

The Family

Blast from the past…

Around ten years ago, I was conversing with a fellow single man during the feast of tabernacles in Anchorage, Alaska. I was planning to take a drive through the magnificent Alaska scenery to see the Matunuska Glacier. I knew his second tithe funds were running low, and I asked him if he would like to come along.

“No, thank you. I’m going to attend the family day activity. I hear the place where it’s being held is very nice.”

“I was thinking of going,” said I, “but I don’t get to Alaska very often and I want to see as much as possible before I leave. Besides, I don’t have a family.”

“This,” said he, with his arm extended toward the congregation, “is my family.” I wished him well, and went on my way, now happy that I wouldn’t have to spend the afternoon listening to a bunch of politically correct platitudes.

Ah, yes. The family. How many times have church of God members heard that one. The church was one big happy family. Thanks to our shared faith, we now had more in common with our “spiritual” family than we did with our “physical” families. Or so we were told. But, as it turned out, the behavior of the spiritual family was dysfunctional, reflecting the dysfunction of our “father in the faith,” Herbert W. Armstrong.

Joining the Worldwide Church of God meant major sacrifices. Being a church of God member made it harder to fit in with the outside world. Some things we had to give up entirely. Armstrong tried to provide substitutes for everything we lost when we joined the Worldwide Church of God, but they were poor substitutes indeed.

Armstrong deliberately structured his belief system to alienate his followers from their families and make them more dependent on the church. When I joined the Worldwide Church of God, all of a sudden I couldn’t participate in most family get-togethers because they were “pagan holidays,” I couldn’t eat the food on the occasions I could attend because it was “unclean,” and I offended family members, especially my mother, when I did not give gifts on Christmas and birthdays.

My family still gave me their unconditional love despite my beliefs. When I visited my mother, she would always make sure that there were no “unclean” ingredients in my food, and while I felt unable to compromise my beliefs by attending infant baptisms and holy communions, she would attend church social events occasionally. I couldn’t bend to accommodate her, but she did all she could to accommodate me.

Compare that to the so-called substitute “family” the church provided. The “love” the church gave had many strings attached. If you didn’t obey the ministers and submit to their authority, if you didn’t agree with “Mr. Armstrong” in every respect, you could find yourself kicked out, and all of your “family” members were forbidden to have any dealings with you. If you did not regularly attend all of the church’s activities, you were loved less. The more blindly you submitted, the less you complained, the more “love” you received. If you had any questions or doubts, all of a sudden the love was withheld, and if you weren’t careful the “love” disappeared altogether. Former church members were and still are shunned by those still in the Worldwide Church of God and its splinter groups. The church did not only encourage the shunning of disfellowshipped members, it required it. There were serious penalties for associating with disfellowshipped members.

The church provided substitutes for the most joyous family events, the religious holidays. In place of Christmas and Easter, we got Armstrong’s version of the Old Testament holy days. Despite all the talk about the “joy” we were experiencing, there was actually very little joy. My memories of the Feast consist of long lines everywhere, hard and uncomfortable metal folding chairs, hundreds of people I didn’t know, and interminable sermons, most of which were just plain boring.

I am grateful that on Christmas of 1998, I celebrated with my family for the first time in over 20 years. Christmas was always my mother’s favorite holiday, and she always treasured having her five children and their families together. For the first time in over two decades that became a reality, and she was very happy. She died of cancer five months later. I’m glad that I was with her during her last Christmas, and I have shed many tears because of the many times I slighted her because of the church, even denying her financial help at times in order to pay tithes to the Herbert W. Armstrong jet fuel fund.

Since her death, I have been reflecting on how I miss her, and I think about things that I did that hurt her. Invariably, most the times I slighted her was because of my involvement in the church. And it wasn’t always because of the optional activities like spokesman club and bible studies. There were many times I should have been able to help her, but I wouldn’t because of the sabbath or holy days, or because I was short on funds because of tithing. Thanks to my foolish belief in Armstrongism, I denied my mother not only my money, but that even more valuable commodity, my time. When her time ran out, there was no way I could make up for the years of neglect.

Of course, the church didn’t appreciate any of this. When push came to shove, the Worldwide Church of God would dump you in a second. The moment you were no longer of use to the Worldwide Church of God, they would throw you in the trash without any regrets or guilt feelings. They abandoned you and wouldn’t look back. Unless you come from a dysfunctional family, your real relatives will stick with you no matter what. The fact that they would accommodate your beliefs even though you wouldn’t give a damn about theirs’ is proof of that. The Worldwide Church of God was (is?) a dysfunctional “family,” as are her splinter groups. The relationships are all warped, as the laymembers give blind obedience to abusive leaders, and they turn the other way when one of their “family” members is being abused. It’s like the wife who stays with her husband even though she knows he is sexually abusing their daughter (where have we heard that one before?). The whole relationship is sick.

The yoke placed upon us when we were followers of the Armstrong belief system was not easy, and the burdens given us were not light. Looking back on my church membership, I see many promises made by Armstrong and his representatives about the wonderful results one would experience when he followed “God’s” way of life. Real, abundant living, they called it. But the better life never materialized. Their promises turned out to be empty.

There was the promise of improved human relationships with the members of the church, as well as greater spiritual fulfillment and peace of mind as a result of living “God’s way.” A close friend of mine, a product of a dysfunctional family, was told during her baptismal counseling “the church will be the family you never had.” The promises of better human relationships, of a second family, turned out to be false, like all the others. The church always failed to deliver on its promises. The abundant life turned out to be very empty. The physical blessings were not there, nor were the spiritual.

There was no “love” in the Worldwide Church of God. There was acceptance. You were allowed in if you obeyed and didn’t make waves. The moment you disagreed or expressed dissatisfaction, the acceptance was withdrawn. If you weren’t too noisy about your disagreement, you were watched closely, but you were allowed to stick around. After all, tithe money buys just as much jet fuel whether it is received from someone with doubts as it does if it is received from someone who is totally loyal. If you questioned too many things to too many people and were shaking up the base of tithe-payers, you were excommunicated, and your “loving family” no longer loved you, nor did they consider you a part of the family. You were totally disowned. It was as though you were never there. You disappeared into the night and fog. You became fodder for the rumor mill as ministers and lay members invented ever more lurid stories to justify your banishment, if they even bothered to discuss you at all.

It’s been three years since I left “the family.” Since then I have been repairing the ties with my real family. Because of my involvement in “the church” there were many family occasions that I missed: weddings, communions, holiday get-togethers, and who knows what else. Yet, when I attend family functions, everyone is glad to see me, and there are no hard feelings about my past behavior. But if I accidentally bump into one of the members of my former church “family,” most will limit the contact to “hello, how are you, I’m fine, good-bye,” and then try to get away as quickly as possible. These are people whom I thought were my friends. But now, since I no longer share their religious beliefs, and have vocally expressed my disagreement, I am someone to be avoided. So be it. I know where I am welcome, and where I am not, and I prefer to be with people who are happy to be with me.