November 29, 2007
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Oral Roberts University
I know something about universities. I attended two of them (the University of New Orleans and Florida State University). I received two degrees from Florida State University (an M.S. and a Ph.D.), and the undergraduate school I went to (Spring Hill College) still calls itself a college, but it’s really a university, too.
Oral Roberts University is a sham. If you found a “university” and name it after yourself, aren’t you automatically suspect? Especially if you have absolutely no academic standing? Except that God told you to do it in some kind of private revelation?
It appears that Oral Roberts University is now in deep financial doo-doo. But God continues to reveal himself PERSOANLLY to the son of Oral and here’s the latest.
TULSA, Okla. – Richard Roberts told students at Oral Roberts University Wednesday that he did not want to resign as president of the scandal-plagued evangelical school, but that he did so because God insisted.
God told him on Thanksgiving that he should resign the next day, Roberts told students in the university’s chapel.
“Every ounce of my flesh said ‘no’” to the idea, Roberts said, but he prayed over the decision with his wife and his father, Oral Roberts, and decided to step down.
Roberts said he wanted to “strike out” against the people who were persecuting him, and considered countersuing, but “the Lord said, ‘don’t do that,’” he said.
After submitting his resignation, he said, for “first time in 60 days peace came into my heart.” Source.
Ah, peace into his heart. I wonder how many gay people have peace in their heart at Oral Roberts “University?” Or African Americans, if they even have any.
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Liberty University is another one.
*ahem* In my strikingly dignified pastoral voice… *ahem*
God told me this morning, “Gerald, my son, you should have a banana and a bottle of V8 for breakfast.” I didn’t want to but God insisted! Every ounce of my flesh wanted to resist the banana and the bottle of V8! I wanted to strike out against everyone that didn’t want me to have a key lime pie for breakfast. That gosh darn Dr. Kristin Scott doesn’t know what she’s talking about! Strike out against her and the others for this anti-pie persecution! But the Lord said, “Don’t do that.” After I had that banana and the bottle of V8, for the first time in sixty seconds, peace came into my heart.