Pastor Creflo Dollar: In defence of the Jet

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In defence of the Jet…words of wisdom to heed.

In February 2012 I found myself criticizing Bishop TD Jakes, as I watched a sermon on YouTube. I admired him and was thankful to God for him. His sermon, the ‘Place of His Passion’, caused me to recommit my life to Jesus Christ; in my office on a Friday afternoon. Every Sunday I eagerly watched his sermons online. This time I judged his every move. I criticized how he talked, how his fingers moved, how he breathed, etc. Without reason, every minute detail offended me.

I was alone at home or so I thought. In an instance, the Lord rebuked me! “Do not speak ill of my servant. I have raised him up and set him above nations”, thundered the angry voice of God. It startled and frightened me. I quickly repented. I should have learnt my lesson but that was not the end of it.

Further Repentance

Four months later I did a similar thing. This time I found fault with Prophetess Juanita Bynum. I had forgotten how her testimonies had impacted my spiritual development. After I recommitted my life to the Lord I wanted more than the worship of the Methodist Church, I attended from mid-teenage years. I started attending a Pentecostal church. Most members were happy that I was attending the church, until they found out I was coming from a Methodist Church. I was repeatedly rejected. They did not want to interact with a sinner. I was alone with God. The prophetic had birthed in me and there was no one to help. I did not know how to communicate with God. He spoke. I never thought I could speak to Him. I knew very little of the Bible. I thought He was judgemental and unmerciful. One little move and I would be toast! Prophetess Bynum’s testimonies and teachings helped me in a big way to understand what was happening. A few minutes after I spoke ill of her the Lord rebuked me.

“I work through imperfect vessels. I am able to bring them to perfection”, he told me.

What was at work in me was decades of being suspicious of ‘televangelists’. Chief among them was Senior Pastor Creflo Dollar. From the first day I heard the name, I became suspicious of the surname. “What kind of name is that for a Pastor?” I was convinced he was not an honourable person.

Then came a period of very unsettling dreams. For weeks they terrified me. Every day I prayed for release and peace of mind. I became afraid to sleep until the Lord directed to search YouTube for one of Mr. Dollar’s teachings on spiritual warfare. It solved the problem but my lesson was not done. The Lord chastened me for speaking ill of him. He told me that He taught Mr. Dollar about prosperity and told him to teach His people.

The following year the Lord had me repent for speaking ill of His ministers (televangelists) . I was reminded of persons I had spoken ill of from I was a teenager. Two decades ago! I learnt that day not to speak ill about another man’s ministry.

The Lord also taught me about the pressures these men and women of God faced and why some servants failed. Especially, how easy it was to fail. For the first time, I understood the many traps and sneers that the minister of God had to navigate. The road was not easy. None were exempt from daily trials, tribulations and temptations. Only God could keep the leader from failing. It thought me to keep my mouth shut and not speak against another man’s ministry.

Good Gifts

When the recent report about the cost of Mr. Dollar’s plane was published, I kept my mouth shut. I did not ask the Lord about it. I was determined not to become distracted by the noise, until Sunday May 10, 2015.

On Friday May 8, 2015, I was walking home after completing some assignments for the Lord, when He challenged me to lift my faith. “You can believe me to heal and fulfill my word for others. What about you? Can you believe me for some of the things you want?” I asked Him for a car and left it at that.

Every time I am to receive something from God, He always asked me to give up something. I was either told to sow a seed, make a sacrificial offering, give to someone or do something else. On Sunday May 10, I was told to pray for Mr. Dollar to receive his new plane. The Lord began speaking to me about the issue.

“I favour Him. It is nothing for Me to give it to him. I have no problem with my children being wealthy. I will not bless them, if they are greedy or desire it for selfish reasons. I have no problem with them being very successful or rich, as long as it does not become an idol. What are a few millions to Me. People approve when business leaders or entertainers purchase whatever they desire. Why are they offended when my servants are rewarded for their work? Why do they think that it pleases me to see my servants living in poverty and lack?”

Latter-Day Prophesy

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In February 2012 I found myself criticizing Bishop TD Jakes, as I watched a sermon on YouTube.  I admired him and was thankful to God for him.  His sermon, the ‘Place of His Passion’, caused me to recommit my life to Jesus Christ; in my office on a Friday afternoon.  Every Sunday I eagerly watched his sermons online.  This time I judged his every move.  I criticized how he talked, how his fingers moved, how he breathed, etc.  Without reason, every minute detail offended me.

I was alone at home or so I thought.  In an instance, the Lord rebuked me!  “Do not speak ill of my servant.  I have raised him up and set him above nations”, thundered the angry voice of God.  It startled and frightened me.  I quickly repented.  I should have learnt my lesson but that was not the…

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The Encounter At Cornerstone Church In Bowie, Maryland

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I have no words.

No words can aptly describe The Encounter at Cornerstone Church In Bowie, Maryland.

But I will try.

It is like love wrapped me in its arms and I was suffocating on its essence. The pain, hurt, disappointment, resentment, unforgiveness, anger, bitterness, doubt, fear and hopelessness just eased out of my pores and were evaporated by the unrelenting heat of God’s essence.

Tears of release and ease flowed unhindered.

The Voice of Worship At Cornerstone Church

Her voice was like a forlorn angel on the wind.

A soothing lullaby for my soul, kissed my eardrums with every stroke of the piano keys, with every consonant of her words, with every faithful note that left her lips.

It was like sitting at the feet of God and just listening as effortless praise rose to Him.

I count myself fortunate. I count myself blessed. I counted myself among the faithful obedient ones who turned out for Saturday night’s, The Encounter at Cornerstone Church In Bowie, Maryland.

No wonder. It was aptly named, Everything was so effortless. So unhindered was it, in its execution.

She took the stage many minutes before the scheduled start, to worship for just a few souls, who were waiting, scattered in the sea of seats that filled the auditorium. Initially, her shyness obscured the blissful melodies that were to come. But soon she found her footing and it was a glorious ascension into the arms of God.

Never before has a voice moved me like this.

Moved my spirit to the feet of the cross.

Moved my soul to reveal the hidden depths.

Moved me to cry like a sobbing babe, longing for its mother.

I am lost. But He found me.

The Encounter at Cornerstone Church Auditorium In Bowie Maryland

The Appointment With The Holy Spirit

The Holy Spirit was waiting for me. Earlier, I felt compelled to be in church. I wasn’t sure that there would be any activities that evening. But to my quiet surprise, their website said otherwise.

So organised are they. Updates readily pour from the website and their calendar syncs with my Google calendar. Praise God this church is fully functional in the 21st century.

But I digress.

Later in the evening, I was on my way, with expectant heart. I longed for God and the simpleness of reaching Him, which Cornerstone offered.

When I got there, the doors were locked. But, panic was kept at bay by an invisible calm. Music streamed from the overhead speakers as I pressed the call button, praying someone was inside. They were.

The Spirit Of Love

So polite was she who opened door.

This is what impresses me the most about this unsuspecting house of God. The Spirit of Love operates effortlessly in His people. It is refreshingly soothing and desperately welcomed.

I felt at home.

I waited in the vast lobby, then made my way into the auditorium for The Encounter at Cornerstone Church In Bowie,

The Encounter

Time slipped by unnoticed as I basked in the essence of my God. The constant companion who is always with me, was so tangible here. He revealed every hidden hurt, deeply tucked away in the recesses of my heart and it was like they no longer mattered.

He touched me in a way that only He could. My Lord took me into His presence and His Spirit healed my broken heart.

I felt renewal.

I felt rejuvenation.

I felt blessed.

A thousand tears I cried and a thousand more I willing gave for my ransom to Him. Then, I noticed that they put little tissue boxes at the front of the pews.

It was a secret no more.

They knew.

Those who attended The Encounter, weekly, knew that He would show up. They knew that he would touch you in the far recesses of your soul and that you couldn’t help but cry like a baby. They knew, for I saw several just lay prostrate before Him.
Unhindered.

They encountered Him.

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Poetess Denise N. Fyffe is a published author of over 30 books, and writer for over ten years. She is also a trained Teacher and Counselor. She is a General and Copy Writer for online publications such as Revealing the Christian Life, Jamaica Rose, Entertainment Trail, My Trending Stories , The Island Journal, Express Writers, among others.

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