Wednesday, December 16, 2009
He began as an itinerant 'tent revival preacher', claiming to heal people "through the power of Jeeesssuuussss" of all sort and manner of affliction - blindness, physical infirmity, terminal illness - he even claimed to raise people from the dead.
He was the first to link "seed ministry" with television and thus built one of the first television empires which included a hospital and a university, both with his name.
His life, his faith, did nothing, directly, to or for my life or faith. Indeed, I have always found his style of ministry - his theology - oddly embarrassing. You know. The way you might be watching "America's Got Talent" and suddenly have to get something to drink in the kitchen rather than watch someone make a fool of themselves.
That doesn't mean that his life and his ministry had no positive effect.
Roberts was nobody's fool. His faith was authentic, just very different from mine.
I suspect he is, even now, in one of those many rooms in God's heavenly mansion that Jesus told us about.
And now, he, himself is perfect in every way, having been healed into perfection by the One who created and even yet more wonderfully restored him to perfection.
Rest well, sir. You've earned Eternal Peace.