Cindy Jacobs is a self-proclaimed "prophet of God". Watching her sermons and excerpts on talks she gives to the sheep that follow her will bring quite a number of hearty laughs to your lips, starting in the lower bowls, jiggling around your diaphragm, and finally bursting forth to thunder around the walls of the room - just like my grandmammy.
Here is a video of her talking, recently, about how she and a bunch of prayer warrior types saved the economy from imminent ruin, by fervently praying at Wall Street in 2008:
After listening to the two-minute self-worshiping piece, I got to thinking about the narcissistic nature of an all-powerful, supreme, all-knowing being, who would require teams of people to beg him to do something that he was going to do anyway - just because...hell, I don't know.
Why do people believe in an imaginary god that makes them humiliate themselves before him, believing that their pleadings could actually be ignored, thwarted, flung away like dung on a cow tail, or granted, even though NOT praying would have the exact same effect?
I'm glad I'm out.