The man who’d bought the $270,000 house threw a huge housewarming party and invited everyone from church. He gave a weepy testimony about the house God had given him, passing around the title for all to see. At the time, he was working as a handyman, putting up drywall, painting, roofing, and doing other odd jobs. Within three months he had three families living in the three-bedroom house, and he still could not keep up with the payments. After five months, he went into foreclosure and ducked out of the country.
SHOOT: The problem is they talk up a good game but when things fall apart, those people disappear. There's no critical, wholesale examination of the truth. It's just how the truth serves my interests now, and tomorrow. It's not the same truth now as it is tomorrow.
SHOOT: The problem is they talk up a good game but when things fall apart, those people disappear. There's no critical, wholesale examination of the truth. It's just how the truth serves my interests now, and tomorrow. It's not the same truth now as it is tomorrow.
“Look,” he said, and rounded his hands as if to indicate a protective shield. “The recession has not hit my church.” He reminded me that when he had asked how many people were out of work, only four people out of about 100 there had raised their hands. But in a church where failure is seen as a kind of sin, it seems credulous at best to expect an honest response to that question. I later met at least one person—Billy Gonzales’s younger brother—who didn’t have a job but hadn’t raised his hand, because he thought he’d “have one lined up soon.”
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