Showing posts with label evil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label evil. Show all posts

Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Sons of Sceva (Acts 19) #Fiction (Part 1)

“I’m not ashamed of standing before you with only the Gospel; it is the power of salvation for all of us,” Paul said it simply, “the righteous will live by faith, not by works.”

The apostle Paul from Tarsus, in present-day Turkey, was hand-picked by Jesus to travel the Roman Empire, proclaiming the good news of Christ. Once a merciless persecutor of the early church, Paul became one of the most influential men in history, and certainly the greatest Christian author ever to write.

Ephesus, a major Roman coastal city, part of western Asia Minor (now Turkey), was established over 500 years before Christ. Greek to its core, it hosted the chief shrine of Artemis, the Library of Celsus and its theater, which was capable of holding 25,000 spectators. Although once a prominent commercial hub, Ephesus was destroyed by the Goths in 263 AD.

Paul worked miracles in Ephesus, baptizing and laying on hands; he even found a few stray disciples who’d never heard of the Holy Spirit.

“Into what exactly were you baptized?” Paul said incredulously. Patiently Paul walked them through their response; they thought they were washed by John’s baptism.

They were eager to hear from the mystical teacher, “you don’t understand what John meant; he always pointed the way to Jesus,” he instructed, “remember how John said ‘the kingdom is at hand’ reminding everyone he was not worthy to untie Jesus’ sandals.” “John the Baptist made it very clear he was speaking about Jesus.”

Paul further implored, “it’s more than baptism, it’s about repentance,” it did not take very long to explain how big was the difference; eventually agreeing, they were baptized in Jesus’ name.

Paul's journeys

As part of Paul’s ministry team these disciples followed him to the synagogue and also when he taught at the Tyrannus Ephesian School. He preached in this region for a long time, converting many, doing extraordinary deeds. His third journey led him back to Ephesus; indeed it was so successful that any clothes or aprons Paul touched became talismans. Sometimes even a touch from something Paul once held was enough to authentically heal sickness or cast out evil. It was an astonishing time in Ephesus.


Never spoken of as “Exorcism,” these practices were common in this superstitious age; however, only Christian apostles were sent by Jesus to proclaim the gospel, heal the sick, cast out demons, and raise the dead. In fact, Jesus reminded them that they received this power from him (Gospel account of Matthew, chapter 10:8), “without paying a price,” so he required they likewise serve without pay.

But in this culture as with many others, money was the lifeblood of commerce, even in the spiritual arts. It was in this environment that certain disreputable scoundrels took advantage of the phenomenal ministry of Paul.

The Sons of Sceva

Vagabond Jews tried their hand at exorcism by imitating what they’d heard about Paul’s miraculous ways. One particular cadre of fakers was known as the “Sons of Sceva,” and Luke reports this interesting story occurring in Ephesus; NT book of Acts, chapter 19. These young men toured around Ephesus together as a merry band of thieves, buoyed by their audacity and trading on the credibility that came with their “religious” heritage. Their father was a Jewish high-priest, raising them in the synagogue; so naturally, they carried themselves with a counterfeit holiness, conjuring respect and misplaced trust in their victims. They said a lot, without meaning any of it. Classic fraud, but it was profitable.


“Holy men do not convey the power vested in them for an hourly wage,” they piously pronounced. “We require sincere support in order to maintain this important ministry; so if we are able to help your family in their time of need, won’t you sacrifice for our sake?” These investors did not know enough to recognize the healers as bogus; they failed to investigate the authority upon which these brothers did business. Pressing further, digging deeper into their well of guilt; the Sons of Sceva drew out funds by appealing to multiple levels of narcissism.

“Don’t you want to heal your father? Would not that make you the wisest of his offspring, the one most likely to win his favor?” “If you want the best of God’s forces to visit your house, then you must invest the best of your resources to make it happen.” They never guaranteed success, but implied it by reciting a fantastic track record of healing and casting out demons. Just like Paul did it; they promised.

Requiring immediate compensation up-front, these Scevian schemers reminded customers that sometimes “holy release” would come after the caravan’s departure. They were powerful but it was a mystery how God worked with them, although often contributions ratcheted upward the more serious the problem; embellishment ballooning with imbursement.

Acts 19:13

“I adjure you by the Jesus whom Paul proclaims,” was pronounced over the possessed man; clearly invoking His name yet without the divine authority of Christ. It was like trying to get into a concert without a ticket, but it was a very profitable gig for the sons of Sceva. (end of Part I)

©Mark H. Pillsbury

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Fars News Agency: Ahmadinejad Invites Chavez to NAM Summit in Tehran

Fars News Agency :: Ahmadinejad Invites Chavez to NAM Summit in Tehran:


'via Blog this'
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad the President of Iran, called his fellow dictator and evil twin Hugo Chávez in Venezuela (can you imagine?):

"hU-go, are you on the line?" "This is Mah-mood." The fuzzy connection across time zones made it hard to hear.

“Sorry about calling so late, Hugo, it is already seven o’clock in the morning here; have you had a busy day?” (It was 10pm the previous day in Caracas)

“Not really, Mahmoud,” buenos dias, said Chávez.


"How are you feeling, dude?" Ahmadinejad continued, "I hope the treatment doesn't get you down." The dictator Mahmoud Amadinejad continued, "were you able to sneak up to M. D. Anderson, or are you stuck with those Cuban quacks for Doctors you told me about?"

"Don't worry about me Mahmoud, how are you feeling about this big world we are about to take over?” Chávez smiled as he talked.*

"Well, the NAM summit in August is for the biggest Heads of State in our organization; it would be excellent if you could make it?" Ahmadinejad said, adding, "you know that decisions are made by consensus, but they require substantial agreement on issues. I think you always sway the committee with your sharp rhetoric." "If you are up to it."


Chávez inquired, "Mahmoud, you are hosting this event, is that correct?" "And going to the London Olympics as well?"


"Yes, I am the NAM president this year and the meeting is in Tehran," Ahmadinejad replied.


"Sent the invite to Nick, but I wanted to call and check on you; this is my secure  iPhone®, are you on a good line, or would you rather me text you?" Chávez replied that everything on his end was secure.

Ahmadinejad replied, “I am still frustrated about my f#cking nuclear scientists; they are way behind schedule.”

He continued, “these d$mn diplomatic meetings we're putting up with are making my team distracted as well…”


"Mr. President, you have always done fine in these types of meetings; your ability to obfuscate and confuse is superior even to Auric Goldfinger!"
image credit: Kerry Waghorn
"Thanks, hU-go, I will take that as a compliment," adding, "I remember the last time we hung-out in Costa Rica, fishing; you liked the old James Bond movies!"


"But I am serious about this NAM summit; our struggle against imperial racists and pigs is only strengthened by your presence; besides, this year NAM is also also going to be a huge party,"


"I am also inviting the heads of state of Cuba, Nicaragua, Ecuador and Bolivia; you know how those middle-American guys like to drink?!" (Chávez laughed on his end of the connection).


Ahmadinejad whispered into his phone, "come a few days early Hugo, and I will show you our developing nuke program; we have certainly made great strides in providing cheap consistent energy for our citizens, and our military!"
Chávez moaned, "Now you are making this sick old communist berry jealous..."


"I know the "Roosevelt Corollary" to the Monroe Doctrine makes it hard for you to develop a nuke program like we have; you just stay focused on your oil business and getting well, brother. I am going to keep America busy for now; you take care of yourself," said Ahmadinejad.

"Mahmoud, you sound like such a statesman!" "I'm impressed," he said sarcastically.

Ahmadinejad defended himself proudly, "my Ph.D. is for transportation engineering and planning, but I can read the American history books too," "America is for Americans!" "That's their cr*p throw-down line, isn't it?"
"Evil forces have been mobilized from all directions to apply pressure on countries like ours Hugo, so I want to get our nuke program strongly established before I leave office next year."

"Bless you, bless you Mr. President; I hope you accomplish all that you set out to," Chávez added, "and if you make it back from Moscow in June, I hope to see you at the NAM summit in August..."

"It's late brother, I am going to let you get to bed."
"Thanks for taking my call, you old war-horse."
"You will be in my prayers today in our capital, the holy city..."

Chávez cautioned his old friend, "watch out for those Navy jets Mahmoud; when one of those carriers parks in the Persian Gulf, it's like having a policeman at the end of your street!"

"I hear them sometimes at night, my friend; all we have to quarrel with them is a couple of old Tomcats," adding, "but I am trying to get one good bomber ready, if you know what I mean?!"

"Indeed, mah-moud, good night from Caracas!" 
Chávez hung up. Evil sizzled through the night.

©Mark H. Pillsbury
(political fiction ripped from the headlines)

*Editors note: Hugo Chavez died on March 5, 2013