Back in the day of my youth, there was a hit TV series called “Happy Days.” There was a side character played by Henry Winkler named Fonzi who quickly became a fan favorite and star. He was a greaser biker of the 50’s, he always wore a leather jacket, and was always supposed to be the “coolest” person in the room. As result, he would always have an elongated stutter when he would have to say “I was Wrr, wrr, wroo, wroong.” The need to be right was considered to be more cooler than to be authentic and admit your failing. Has the modern Charismatic movement learned anything from this past election?
One of the hallmarks of cults was not just their theology, but their tendency to set false dates on the return of Christ. Take the Jehovah Witnesses for example . . . they falsely set dates ranging from October, 1874; April, 1878; October, 1881, and October, 1914. The unspoken theology is that false doctrine (belief system) is what makes a cult. But I would argue their behavior of setting false dates was an indicator of false doctrine no matter what was written on paper (see my Welcome page for explanation).
So I encourage you to go o YouTube and look up false dates that God was predicted to intervene in Joe Biden becoming president. And you will see an endless stream of Charismatic movements setting dates and moving them. But none of them will have the courage to step up and be authentic and say, “I was wrong.” And worse yet, instead of taking a look at seeing how their theology was wrong, they will double down and say how they were really right all along and still want to be known as prophetic even though the evidence of what they said says otherwise. Even in admitting they were wrong they still want to be seen as right.
The real looser of this election will be the children of sincere Charismatic families who can not admit they were sincerely wrong. Now many of the children will grow up believing their parents were either liars, extremely naïve, or God was too weak to be able to stop a fraudulent election and therefore there is no god. And so the cycle of spiritual abuse continues into the next generation.
Do you really want to know how offensive Jesus words were to the Pharisees and Sadducees of his day? Consider the following parable and its application.
- Matthew 21:28-32 NASB – 28 “But what do you think? A man had two sons, and he came to the first and said, ‘Son, go work today in the vineyard.’ 29 “And he answered, ‘I will not’; but afterward he regretted it and went. 30 “The man came to the second and said the same thing; and he answered, ‘I [will,] sir’; but he did not go. 31 “Which of the two did the will of his father?” They said, “The first.” Jesus said to them, “Truly I say to you that the tax collectors and prostitutes will get into the kingdom of God before you. 32 “For John came to you in the way of righteousness and you did not believe him; but the tax collectors and prostitutes did believe him; and you, seeing [this,] did not even feel remorse afterward so as to believe him.
In the same vain, I say to the modern Charismatic there is many Jehovah Witnesses who will enter the Kingdom of God ahead of you. For when they set dates and were remorseful. They repented in their hearts though they may not have understood what they thought they were believing. But you upon setting false dates and claiming to be in the know, show no signs of true remorse, and instead refuse to repent, and would rather be perceived as right than admit your failure.
It is time the Charismatic movement stop seeing ourselves as more like Fonzi, and more like the nerd of the class that was not cool. What was it that the Holy Spirit spoke in 1st Corinthians?
- 1 Corinthians 1:27 NASB – 27 but God has chosen the foolish things of the world to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong,
If the loving Father, God of the Universe, by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, can call us foolish and not wise; It is time we have Fonzi moment and no matter how painful, admit we were wrong.
And as always, love much my friends . . .