Colin Pearce blogs…
“I am writing about something very close to home.
My twin sons were very close to Michael and were widely commended for their love and devotion to him in his darkest hours. They travelled with him when he preached. They nursed him through deep pain. One was with him when he had his healing miracle in John Wesley’s chapel in Bristol UK. They worked on his websites, backed him up in his quest to stay alive and supported him through thick and thin. They were admired and envied for their good fortune in being so close to such a mighty man of God.
And it was all bogus. He never had muliple myelomas or kidney failure or 33 broken bones or leukemia or stomach cancer. He never even saw a doctor. He went to hospitals and clinics but hung around the waiting rooms. In all kinds of ways he fooled my sons, hundreds of other mates, thousands of fans, scores of genuine and clever church leaders, his wife, his brother and sister, his Mum and his Dad. Now if you want a miracle, that comes close!
Time will reveal whether Michael is seriously mentally ill and has been experiencing a dreadful somatic delusion or whether he is a shonk who found a clever way to live the life-style of the up-and-comers in the church without having to work up a sweat in an honest job. I don’t know. Either scenario is equally possible. So are a dozen other possibilities which only he and his mind doctors need to know.
Only time will tell.
And it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t actually care what he says in his confession.
What really matters is why we the common people keep pinning our hopes on heroes. We really need a boot up the backside. We have allowed a kind of cultic big-name-ism to go to seed. Along with the rest of the population, we believed in Christopher Skase and John Elliott and Alan Bond, Brian Quinn and Glen Wheatley and Brad Cooper and Rodney Adler and the Enron people and the HIH mob and Michael Jackson and Wayne Carey and OJ Simpson and Tammy Faye & Jim Bakker and Jimmy Swaggart, Todd Bentley – and Mike Guglielmucci. And as for me, yes I was chuffed to think my sons were chosen to be armour bearers for the mighty warrior. What a goose I was!
It’s not about the big namers, their failures and flops, heartbreaking as they are. I really don’t give a toot in the light of the real problem.
Pathetic Cringing Neediness. It’s about us and why we have this pathetic need to have proof that life is worth living and faith is worth having just because someone with a big family name and a big reputation or a lot of money goes for it.
Britney Spears or Vladimir Putin getting “saved” would make people say, “Oohh Ahhh. God must be real. Faith must be good. This will make a wonderful example.”
As Lucy says quite often, “You’re pathetic, Charlie Brown!”……….”
From http://2minuteswithgod.blogspot.com/2008/08/mike-guglielmucci.html
