Messed up Mondays

Hey there everyone...it's been hard in the last few weeks to find time to write on the blog! So don't give up! To keep things fresh here at "Way of the Pastor" I have taken the spotlight off of Brian McClaren only and went out and purchased a much bigger spotlight for Mondays. Mondays will now be Messed up Mondays: where I will report individuals who are portraying messed up ideas, doctrine, and other theologies that were dug up out of a cracker jack box! Feel free to email me with any prospects for future "messed up mondays!" Todays spotlight shines in the face of Kenneth Copeland:
Found at www.apprising.org
Finally this blasphemous section must be seen to be believed. Here Copeland explains that he isn’t interested in worshipping God in heaven, but rather he’s looking for fast toys. And while he does seem to be speaking by a spirit, what you are about to read cannot possibly have come from God:
Now, I had a Sunday school teacher one time that told me we’s gon’ spend all eternity bowed down and worshippin’ God. I said, “Well, I don’t think I’m gon’ go.” (laughter from audience) “It’s hard enough here.” Nasty ol’ Sunday school room stunk like floor sweep. Ol’ wore out ol’ floors. I didn’t like that place; I don’t like it now. I wouldn’t go to Sunday school there now.
And thought, “I don’t care nuthin’ about doin’ that.” (more audience laughter) Spend eternity on my knees? Surely there’s more to heaven than that? Well, you know to a ten-year-old boy that’s the way it looked. I thought heaven ought to at least have some fast cars. (audience laughs) Later on I got to readin’ (Copeland chuckles) the Word and I found out about God’s airplane. (quickly whips his head to the right) He gonna have to let me fly that. I-that…the Word said His chariot is as fast a-lightnin’, from the east to the west. That’s the speed of light brother. Son.
I might tell that angel, “Hey Jack, check me out in this thing, man.” (Copeland chortles) Aye-yeah, and if ya’ll don’ mind I’m ‘on git me one of these man. Yeah! And by the time we get there that’ll be old hat for them. Cuz man, we goin’ to the stars. That’s the reason man got such a hard hunger to get out there. We belong out there. This whole thing belongs to us.
It doesn’t belong to the devil; it never has belonged to the devil, and if you’ll quite listenin’ to him you’ll quit stumblin’ over it. Take authority over him. Knock him in the head. Dear Lord. D’you git anything? Let’s praise God for a moment. He’s alive! Glory to God.