I ran across this via Bobby Gilles a while back and, well…it's agreed: some songs are worse than just 'train wreck'. And I'm really trying to be charitable here. Really, really, really. But as Gilles said, everything you need to know NOT to do (from writing a song to interpreting your Bible) is here in one video. In fact, these guys may want to consider sponsoring my Exploding Head series. But I'll leave it to you to judge. 

Just….wow. 

Click here to view the embedded video.

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He's a legend in his own mind..

Jose Luis de Jesus Miranda thinks He's Jesus. And he's not the only one.

He's a "59-year-old Puerto Rican man with impish charm and a taste for indulgence. Some defectors, like Regina Albarracin — a Pembroke Pines woman whose son remains a member — liken him to a cult leader. Devotees call him Jesus Christ and lavish him with gifts and money. More than 400 followers have set up businesses that funnel 20 to 80 percent of their profits into the ministry. Others donate cars, homes, and tens of thousands of dollars in cash and services. De Jesus’s followers believe they are God’s true chosen people and call their children the “super race.”

It's a great gig when you claim to be Jesus. You get to decide things like the Devil has been destroyed, that Hell does not exist, and if you are saved you are allowed to indulge in sin.

See the story (and video) here.  

Step One: Beginning in the Garden, God begins telling us who He is: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Step Two: A plethora of pansy, politically-correct liberals [case-in-point: Presbyterian Church (USA)] aren't comfortable in their gender-confused world.

Step Three: They decide to change the Holy Trinity into non-gender specific roles to "Mother, Child and Womb" and "Rock, Redeemer, Friend". 

Yes, God is our Rock.

Yes, Jesus is our Redeemer.

And, yes, The Holy Spirit, can be described as a friend (if you define 'friend' as that nagging voice that convicts you of sin…albiet a sometimes irritating friend, for Whom I am grateful.)

But, seriously. Driscoll says they've taken the action because of a new found chunk of time on their hands, since no one is really going to their church anymore.

He also suggests, that "if the committee is still taking suggestions, maybe we could call God one of the following:

• Rock, Paper, Scissors
• Larry, Curly, Moe
• Beast, False Prophet, Antichrist
• Chocolate, Peanut, Nougat
• Judas, Herod, Pharaoh
• Fastball, Curveball, Changeup
• Momma Bear, Poppa Bear, Baby Bear

And maybe we could start calling mainline Protestant pastors who despise God’s Word something new and compile a new series of title options for them, too, such as:

• Heretics
• Nutjobs
• Wingnuts
• Tools
• Kindling"

All apologies to Christians out there who are confused by this load of guano. And to Our Father for further muddying the waters of who His Word says He is as He relates to us, His children.

 Read the entire USA Today article.