Originally Published Oct. 17, 2013 - Chicago Sun-Times
BY JOHN W.
FOUNTAIN
Unpimpable,
I am. Unpimpable by those “pastors” who prey on the poor, who dwell in
opulence, or strut like peacocks in the pulpit, wearing flashy designer suits,
lizard or gator shoes, their necks dripping with golden crosses. Those who more
resemble gaudy pimp-like creatures than humble men of God.
I
am unpimpable by those flamboyant pastoral leaders who in an age of a
bling-bling Gospel areescorted through the sanctuary by “armor bearers,”
wearing two-way radio earpieces and blank faces, as if they are the Secret
Service protecting the president. Those pastors who live in suburban meadows
while their sheep dwell in urban ghettos.