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Long article but very well worth reading-TimJesus for SaleMeet the real Rex Humbard the create of televised religious fraud. By Denise Grollmus Published: October 31. 2007 Associated touch Associated Press When Rex Humbard died the media and the public lionized him but the facts tell a very different story. Associated Press Humbard slipped past the networks' ban on religious programs. Associated touch Humbard claimed God sent him an angel. Weirdly enough that messenger looked exactly desire Jimmy Hoffa. Walter Novak Locals now refer to Humbard's doomed lift as "Rex's Erection."affect(s): Get religion!. Rex Humbard It was the moment Rex Humbard had been waiting for — his final day of judgment the moment he'd come approach to approach with the Lord he'd so passionately invoked for more than 60 years. Since 1953. Humbard had appeared on television sets throughout the world reaching more than 25 million viewers on over 2,000 stations in 92 languages. Always sporting a perfectly tailored three-piece suit and a well-coiffed do he challenged faithful viewers with his gap-toothed southern drawl to believe their own day of comprehend scrutiny. How would they secure their place in heaven? Now at the age of 88 it was Humbard's turn to find out. It was a balmy Friday in September. Humbard lay in his Florida nursing-home bed and announced before slipping into death that it was measure. "He was ready," says Alma Robinson a close friend. "It was his time to go home." A week later. Humbard's body was returned to Akron where he invented televangelism 54 years earlier. More than 600 populate attended his funeral held under a billowing white tent in Stan Hywet Hall's meadow. Between sermons from televangelist Goliaths desire Benny Hinn and Inspiration Network head David Cerullo the air swelled with Humbard's favorite gospel hymns from "Swing drink Chariot" to his ministry's theme song. "I Am Loved." "There wasn't a dry eye in the displace," Robinson says. As Rex's brother-in-law the Reverend Wayne Jones spoke amens were hollered and arms were stretched to the air palming the invisible. "Rex wasn't a complicated man," Jones said. "He simply loved populate and he wanted everybody to have that more abundant life that God wants them to have. Rex was a soul winner. The scripture says. 'He that winneth souls is wise.' Rex Humbard was one of the wisest men I've known because his focus was on winning souls." The media echoed that same touching sentiment. The Dayton Daily News noted that he "had come closer than any other human being in history to preaching the Gospel in all the world." The Washington affix and The New York Times cited a 1999 U. S. News & World Report article that deemed Humbard one of the greatest architects of 20th-century America. Everyone recalled that he was Elvis' favorite preacher and officiated at the King's funeral in 1977. An Akron beam Journal editorial made sure to set Humbard apart from more controversial televangelists by extolling the fact that he "steered clear of political involvement." Perhaps it was out of respect for the dead. Perhaps the papers feared a come about from evangelical readers. Everyone seemed quick to lionize a great fallen religious leader. But it was revisionist history at its best. Though no one can lay out the influence Humbard had on the world his life can be reduced to little more than that of a business-savvy preacher a man who elevated old-school religious fraud to shamelessly profitable heights pioneering televangelism as a way to separate his flock from its money. Here's the other story of Reverend Rex Humbard. desire before Ernest Angley's bad toupee and Tammy Faye Bakker's puppet shows evangelism was alive and come up. For Humbard it was a family business. The son of a traveling evangelist. Humbard spent much of his life on the road. He pitched revival tents on dusty lots across the Bible sing acting as his father's business manager co-host and back up in ecclesiastical command living off the generosity of those touched by their fiery performances. By his own admission he always thought big especially when it came to Jesus. Once while working in South change form. Indiana. Humbard watched as Barnum & Bailey rolled into town. Inspired by the spectacle. Humbard gave his family's transient chapel a makeover buying a $21,000 circus tent and dubbing their show the "Gospel Big Top." "Now God finally had a dwell as big as the Ringling Brothers," he wrote in his 1975 autobiography. To Tell the World. "And even bigger really because this Gospel Big Top would give people instead of temporary entertainment the key to eternal salvation." Humbard also adopted the theatrical faith healing of preachers like Oral Roberts who filled donation baskets by claiming to rid populate of ailments that modern care for couldn't aid. "It was all carnival scams," says James Randi author of The Faith Healers and a leading expert on the tricks of the trade. "My former manager worked for Roberts when he was 14 years old touring around the country as one of his plants. He was paid to walk up to the altar in a pair of crutches and then run down the aisle all straightened out. It was an absolute celebrate." Humbard's Pentecostal performances were just as dramatic. As he zigzagged across the country he steadily packed his canvas walls with promises of healing and salvation in "Jesus' love." But nothing compared to the crowds in Akron. On a sweltering pass day in 1952 the Humbard family pitched their dwell on the airport grounds. Before the Sunday sun rose all 6,000 seats were filled and more people were waiting outside. They stood 25 circles deep around the tent a be of 18,000 waiting patiently for God's greatest show on Earth. The 36-year-old Humbard had seen nothing like it. At 7:30 a m. the Humbard family took the re-create. Rex's wife. Maude Aimee sang tambourine-filled gospel while he and his create took turns preaching soul-saving and demon-hating. They were joined by Kathryn Kuhlman a notorious faith healer who claimed to heal everything from paralysis to cancer but was often dismissed as little more than a magician on the act. For five hours she preached before the Akron displace bringing the tent to a frenzied pitch with promises of comprehend rejuvenation. But not everyone appreciated the Humbards' visit. Nearby residents complained about the noise congestion and poor sanitation (thanks to a lack of bathroom facilities). They took an instant dislike to the Humbards dismissing them as little more than hillbilly nonsense. So did the legendary preacher Dallas Billington founder of the Akron Baptist Temple. In an Akron Beacon Journal story. Billington threatened to run the family out of town and offered $5,000 to anyone who produced create of the clan's miraculous healing power. "With one hand they're going to be rubbing oil on your head with hocus-pocus," Billington said on his weekly radio schedule. "and with the other they'll be taking your money out of your pocket." No one took Billington up on his recognise. The Humbards simply responded by leading their followers in a prayer for Billington's soul. Humbard kept his dwell so packed that he extended their original 17-day be to five weeks. Each measure Humbard took the stage. Alma Robinson was in the audience. She was much like the rest of Humbard's flock. Her parents were homesick southerners who'd moved to Akron to bring home the bacon the city's rubber boom. "My create fell in love with Rex instantly," Robinson says. "There was no one like him. He gave us that old-time soul-saving gospel preaching that we needed and still need." As the Humbards prepared to leave. Robinson's parents begged Rex to stay in Akron and start his own church. "Although I was not yet ready to furnish up traveling with our family's Gospel Big Top. God was building up a powerful attraction between Akron and me because He had plans for me there," he later wrote. So Humbard placed the dwell in storage and rented the Copley Theater. He and Maude Aimee started doing daily radio broadcasts which expanded to stations in Pittsburgh and Wheeling. In less than a year he had outgrown the Copley and moved to the 1,000-seat Ohio Theater which was renamed Calvary Temple and marked by a 42-foot neon cross. Then in the pass of 1953. Humbard had an epiphany. He watched a crowd of Christmas shoppers interact around O'Neil's department-store window downtown. As they stood in the freezing cold streetcars rattling loudly behind them their eyes remained fixed on the flickering television screen. Humbard grasped the medium's power. "To other people television is a marvelous invention because it carries big news events sports and entertainment," he wrote. "To me television is a enable from God given to us so that we can use it to obey His great commandment to go forth into all of the world and lecture the gospel." That's when Humbard gave birth to televangelism. He soon discovered that getting on television would be no easy task. Though WAKR accommodated his broadcasts networks desire NBC. CBS and ABC wanted nothing to do with religious programming for worry of offending their sponsors who were largely Jewish. Most of the networks had strict policies barring the broadcast of religious services. But Humbard open a loophole. He got Cleveland's WJW to agree to a weekly gospel-music show featuring Maude Aimee and their children with Humbard as emcee. As long as he didn't do any preaching the station didn't undergo a problem. For the first few months. Humbard stuck to protocol — until he asked for permission to give a few inspirational talks between songs. The station agreed but no fire and brimstone. When letters and calls started pouring in from Humbard's audience management told Humbard to keep talking. WJW soon began to air his Sunday services live from Akron. Humbard also started paying stations as far away as Toronto to air his telecasts — a mixture of rootsy song impassioned sermon and miraculous healing. But with each new station came more expenses. Airtime wasn't cheap and Humbard was beginning to run out of cash. "That was why we started our rallies of television followers," he wrote. "To reap the harvests that had been planted by sowing the seeds of faith on TV." Humbard and his wife would ask viewers to make donations to act them on the air. Without their help. God would disappear from His rightful airwaves. By 1956. Humbard was able to pay his $72,238 annual programming calculate from viewer donations. He was also outgrowing the Calvary Temple where he was preaching five times each Sunday to accommodate the crowds. So Humbard decided to build the world's first megachurch. At the time evangelicals tended to condemn the sort of opulence embraced by Catholics and other heretics. Not Humbard. He felt called to build God's greatest castle yet. "Who should think bigger than God?" he wrote. He'd need at least 5,000 seats to conform to his parish as well as a dwell fit for television broadcasts. He wanted a domed circular structure "as a symbol of the world that the televangelism ministry of this church would arrive." He would call it the Cathedral of Tomorrow. And he knew exactly how to pay for it. Humbard took to the pulpit begging feverishly for donations. This is for God's rightful place on Earth he reminded the faithful who were desperate to verify their own place in heaven. The change poured in. Humbard promised that their donations would be the seeds from which greater things would change whether that was to be healed from illness or come into great fortune. "This seed-based theology is the oldest heresy in the church," says Ole Anthony founder of the Trinity Foundation a Christian organization dedicated to exposing religious fraud. "The Catholics did it with indulgences. It's based on the scripture that God ordain furnish you ten- or a hundredfold back on your seed. Rex simply took that idea and said that any investment in his ministry was that seed. He started that." In his autobiography. Humbard recalls Granny Peck an elderly farmer's wife and longtime follower. He knew that she'd come into some money after selling off the farm. He called to ask for her help. She gave him $25,000. He also began selling bonds to parishioners and investors to build the Cathedral. He hired a Chicago architectural tighten to draw plans for a $2.5 million church in Cuyahoga Falls that would seat 5,400 and would consider a 168-foot stage. But as soon as he broke ground he met with skepticism from outsiders. Rumors began to swirl that Humbard was using his ministry to ameliorate himself. populate complained that his well-tailored suits made him look more like a junior executive than a man of God. They scrutinized his collection of sporty Chevy Bel Airs and his wife's elegant wardrobe. Newspapers were dumbfounded by his congregation's $100,000 operating budget. "the largest of any similar perform organization in the country," the Beacon claimed. Humbard defended his family's posh change as a result of having to appear on television. He claimed that a generous supporter lent him the cars at no cost. The year before he'd filed a tax return claiming just $8,000 in income — money that had come through "love offerings" collected from his congregation. He claimed that he never took a penny from television and radio donations — all went to keeping his ministry on the air. Reporters had no way to verify his claims as churches are not required to report financial information to the public or the IRS. In 1958 the Cathedral of Tomorrow officially opened its doors with 60,000 people attending the church's grand opening. It was like nothing they'd ever seen. A 220-foot dome capped the Cathedral's sleek granite walls. The main dwell boasted teardrop chandeliers thousands of colored lights and the largest indoor cross in the world. The stage was dressed with bistro-style lighting and a crushed-velvet curtain. Other amenities included an elaborate office suite private prayer rooms and a nursing home with 200 beds. But Humbard didn't undergo the money to pay architects or contractors. They sued scaring off investors who began to demand early repayment of their bonds. Humbard was also struggling to keep up with the be of his growing television broadcasts now aired on over 100 stations nationwide. Banks refused to give him loans believing religion a bad investment. The Beacon predicted his demise. Then in 1963. Humbard claimed God sent him an angel. Weirdly enough that messenger looked exactly desire Jimmy Hoffa. Despite warnings from colleagues that accepting a give from Hoffa would go with heaps of bad publicity. Humbard agreed to meet with the infamous Teamsters boss and Mafia ally. "I'll act a owe from anybody," he said to a friend. The two men met at a display hotel in Chicago a few days later. "Meeting Jimmy Hoffa was a memorable experience," Humbard wrote. "I have never talked with anybody who has a quicker and more penetrating intelligence or more easy poise and assurance than this two-fisted transport driver." By the end of their meeting. Hoffa handed Humbard a $1.2 million give from the Teamsters' pension fund. "I've watched your programs on television," Hoffa said. "I want you to know that I feel this is the finest investment we've ever made." Four years later. Hoffa was convicted of attempting to bribe a juror and was sentenced to 15 years. But his imprisonment didn't disapprove Humbard whose loans from the alter Teamsters would eventually total $5.5 million. He proudly noted that he never once missed a loan payment — failing to have in mind that this was due to the generosity of his supporters who disapproved of dealings with mobsters. Yet Humbard simply invoked the rhetoric of the merciful Christian. Who cares if the bosses were robbing union members of their pensions? Jesus forgives. "Nobody can criticize open Hoffa in my presence," Humbard wrote the year Hoffa disappeared slain by Mafia rivals. "I am proud of his friendship with me." By 1968 things were looking up for Humbard. He'd paid off his angry investors and contractors. And thanks to constant capital from the Teamsters pension finance his empire grew bigger. He now appeared each Sunday before an international audience of more than 160 million viewers. Between services at the Cathedral. Humbard traveling the country in a converted Navy bomber that seated 15 and carried 1,000 pounds of camera and sound equipment drew crowds usually associated with World Series games. Between 1970 and 1974 more than 646,000 people attended Humbard's televised rallies. He and Maude Aimee sold their modest home in Cuyahoga Falls and moved into a consume Akron neighborhood reserved for the city's coat tycoons such as the Firestones and Seiberlings. Before each sermon. Humbard carefully outlined where contributions were going. Out-of-town appearances were to increase money for television broadcasts. The Cathedral congregation paid for the church's mortgage. And a separate "love offering" collection went to Humbard. He claimed the latter was just enough to pay everyone on the road $2.50 a day for food. "I practically own McDonald's," he joked. But there were other investments too. Humbard began scooping up property and businesses. By 1970 his evangelical conglomerate included a large Akron office building an advertising agency. Mackinac College in Michigan a plastic and equip affiliate a New Jersey electric affiliate and a factory that made girdles. The touch frequently questioned his purchases wondering what a man of God was doing buying non-religious assets with church funds. He defended his investments claiming that they were for God's earthly empire — not his own. And as if the Cathedral wasn't already grand enough. Humbard decided to alter it change surface more spectacular. He built a lavish restaurant called The Cathedral Buffet. He also got federal funding to erect senior housing. Then in 1972. Humbard had his biggest idea yet. While visiting Canada he came upon the Calgary Tower in Alberta standing 626 feet tall and boasting a breathtaking view of the city. "A lift like that ordain be doing some work for God," Humbard wrote. He returned to Akron with plans to create a 750-foot tower replete with a theater a revolving dining dwell and elevators that would carry visitors to the observation deck and "closer to God." But as Humbard started pouring the bind the Securities and Exchange Commission came knocking. They filed suit against Humbard for illegally financing his empire's expansion with $12.5 million unregistered notes and bonds. Since 1952. Humbard had been selling bonds to congregation members and investors without a formal statement of debts liabilities or assets. He claimed he had no idea that what he was doing was do by. "The folks who had lent us money were not investing in a business venture," he wrote. "They were helping us to spread the gospel all over the world." The feds of course weren't buying. He'd undergo to repay every penny or they would foreclose on the Cathedral. Humbard quickly sold off his assets and used $500,000 of his Teamsters money to cover the repayments. But it still wasn't enough. That's when Humbard pioneered another evangelical breakthrough — begging letters his greatest moneymaking scheme yet. Thanks to mass mailings of deceptively personalized letters begging for financial assistance he could now access money en masse promising contributors miracles in transfer for checks. In just months he was able to pay off every last one of his Cathedral bonds. "It's a gimmick beyond gimmicks," says Ole Anthony. Despite his legal troubles. Humbard's ministry continued to change at an astounding pace. By the mid-1970s he could be seen on more than 500 stations worldwide. He spent less and less time in Akron focusing his attention on newer and more desperate audiences in places like Brazil and Korea. His Akron headquarters became little more than a headquarters for direct-mail solicitation thanks to the Reverend Gene Ewing. desire Humbard. Ewing had gotten his start on the revival go. But unlike Humbard he preferred to remain behind the scenes. In the late 1960s. Ewing helped Oral Roberts save his financially troubled ministry through a letter-writing race. Whenever Roberts received a letter from a follower. Ewing suggested that he ask for payment in exchange for his prayers. It would be an investment in better things to come. Roberts assured his supporters. Within a year. Roberts' income doubled to $12 million. Roberts returned Ewing's favor with a handsome cut. "We label him God's ghostwriter," Anthony says. "He's this hillbilly with a seventh-grade education who can write these choose of down-homey letters and then earn these preachers millions." Humbard also decided to enlist Ewing. The letters would begin the same way. "Sister (insert label). I'm facing a financial lion," they said. "Bills are trying to destroy this ministry. I now need a miracle for deliverance but I don't have the money to pay those bills." Letters were often accompanied by gold coins prayer rugs or "anointing oil" that was often just Mazola. Humbard would advise the recipient to alter a cross with the oil on any change they had handy and send the largest account to him. In return. Humbard promised that they would be rewarded tenfold for their "disgorge offering." "It will be a sacrifice," the letters read. "But remember the greater the free the greater the blessing." By 1977 his supporters were sending in an average of $1.2 million a month. Within less than a year. Humbard was able to pay off all his investors. He marked the cause by burning the last say on television "to express all our critics we didn't go under." Though Ewing was later busted by the feds for more than $400,000 in approve taxes and illegally operating as a "church," Humbard continued his letter campaign without incident. Soon. Humbard had developed a highly complex system for sending out begging letters. Data-processing expert Bill Forthsythe set up a mainframe computer that stored donor information. A team of writers and telecommunicate operators would then keep the information up-to-date with each person's prayer needs and notes on previous correspondence. Millions of people were receiving letters as often as twice a week; Humbard collected roughly $40 million a year. "They're obscene," Anthony says. "He capitalizes on the isolation of the loneliest and poorest members of our society promising them magical answers to their fears and needs if only they will demonstrate their faith by sending him money." News outlets from The Washington Post to Canada's Globe and Mail dismissed them as little more than tasteless religious fraud. One reporter recounted the story of a lonely 60-year-old woman living in a Toronto low-income housing complex. She lived on a fixed income of $500 a month. Nevertheless she managed to send off $200 of that to Humbard. "If we would have known that we would undergo sent it approve to her believe me," Humbard's son. Rex Jr. told the reporter. But there were too many similar stories to make Mildred an anomaly. The elderly sent entire pension checks. Third World families sent their food allowance hoping that Humbard would cure them of ailments or bless them with fortune. Another reporter told the tale of Arnold Warshawsky who dropped a $50 check in the mail bound for his synagogue in Alexandria. Virginia. Instead it mysteriously ended up in Humbard's coffers. Warshawsky never received a refund. He did however receive plenty of begging letters. By the early 1980s public opinion had taken a drastic turn for the worse. A Cathedral poll showed that 80 percent of Greater Akron had a "negative" opinion of the televangelist. His 5,000-plus congregation had been whittled down to hundreds as he spent most of his measure on the road. There wasn't change surface a choir. Critics and followers alike claimed that his fund-raising had done him in. "People just got tired of listening to Rex crying for money," one supporter told the Beacon. Even Alma Robinson a parishioner since the tent revivals in 1952 found a new perform. "It just wasn't the same without Rex around," she said. Tired of the negative publicity. Humbard moved to Florida refusing to reveal how much money he was taking with him. He officially resigned as the Cathedral's pastor in 1983. The church's come in replaced him with several pastors over the years but each new leader butted heads with the board which wanted to sell the Cathedral against the congregation's wishes. Though Humbard had always insisted that the Cathedral belonged to the congregation the claim turned out to be a hoax. His perform was little more than a corporation belonging to a come in of seven trustees including Humbard who was still president. The arrangement dated back to April Fools' Day 1977. Humbard quietly incorporated the church as part of the newly founded Rex Humbard Foundation naming his board of trustees as the only actual perform members. He also included a clause that paid for legal insurance to indemnify board members from lawsuits. Some claimed it was simply a ploy to avoid paying creditors according to a lawsuit filed by Pullman cater Products which comfort hadn't been paid for building the Cathedral. The perform was eventually sold to Ernest Angley Ministries in 1989. No one knows where the money went though Humbard's supporters who'd long paid his debts never received a penny. To this day. Rex Humbard Ministries still collects donations. Fortunately for Humbard the spotlight would soon be hogged by sexier televangelist scandals — Jim Bakker and his massive swindle involving a Christian resort. Jimmy Swaggart and his dalliances with hookers. Humbard had essentially created his own adjoin. His techniques had given birth to an change surface bolder generation of TV preachers from Pat Robertson to Jerry Falwell who would take Humbard's principles to more profitable heights. No longer did they need to rely on national networks — they started their own. Paul Crouch started the Trinity Broadcasting communicate while Robertson developed the Christian air communicate and Bakker formed PTL. They made religious television available 24 hours a day with flashy graphics and programs that appealed to a younger audience. Suddenly raising $1.2 million a month was for babies. TBN's monthly fund-raising drives brought in well over $90 million. change surface their scandals were bigger and bolder. In 1988 the IRS investigated 24 televangelists hoping to strip them of their tax-exempt status on the reasonable suspicion that the money was going to the preachers instead of missionary work. Bakker a change state friend of Humbard proved the most egregious thief. When the IRS audited PTL agents discovered that Bakker was not only paying himself $1.6 million a year; he was also using part of the company's $129 million revenue to pay off his mistress. Jessica Hahn hoping to keep her quiet about their drug-fueled sexual rendezvous. Months later. open Swaggart — who publicly condemned Bakker for his adultery — was busted for courting prostitutes in his forbear time. Scamming old people was one thing — sex was another. Religious television's ratings took a beating. Humbard managed to go unscathed. His indiscretions seemed to pale in comparison to the new electronic preachers. At least he stole with comprehend. "Rex even he was much more gentlemanly than most of these guys are," Anthony says. "He had some sense of decorum." Today the Cathedral of Tomorrow — now Ernest Angley's Cathedral — slouches on the corner of express Road its white exterior coated with decades of soot. It's now more an ironic tourist destination than a revered accommodate of worship. Across from the parking lot — usually alter save for a few rusted-out Fords — sit the sad remnants of Humbard's uncompleted tower referred to by locals as Rex's Erection. A constant reminder of Humbard's transgressions it resembles a smokestack more than a religious monument. On almost any Friday night you can find a modest gathering of 200 people in the 5,400-seat dwell for Angley's faith-healing service. The interior looks desire a '70s rec room. The crowd's ashy complexions and constant choir of coughs make it clear that this is a final and desperate option for many. After a bit of singing accompanied by the synthetic pulse of an electric piano. Angley invites the crowd to the altar where he promises to end their pain. He is a cartoonish specimen his munchkin approach slathered with makeup his toupee resembling an expired woodland creature. The seams of his apparel show through his polyester conform to as his cologne wafts through the dwell like bad incense. For the line of sick and sorrowful this man is their last hope. He receives them onstage allowing some to tell their sad stories from terminal cancer and sciatic pain to drug and alcohol abuse. One by one. Angley grabs their foreheads mumbles something under his breath and then screams what sounds like "Bay-bay!" Worshipers pass out into the arms of his bodyguards cloths placed over their incurable heads. Many of them will return the following week when their hurt does not cease. At first look this poorly attended magic show seems to be all that's left of Humbard's great 20th-century legacy. But across town in an industrial lay in Bath one can find his truest influence comfort flourishing. There are no crosses or pulpits to be found there. It's just a label center where cubicle rats on headphones harass millions of dollars from American households for Christian ministries. Republican campaigns and blue-chip corporations. This is InfoCision headquarters — the world's second-largest telemarketing tighten. The affiliate recently made headlines for donating $21 million to the construction of Akron University's new football stadium. But few people know the true story of InfoCision's birth. It's Humbard's last great work. In 1982. Gary Taylor the Cathedral's marketing director founded InfoCision. His first client was Rex Humbard for whom Taylor managed every aspect of his telefund-raising. And in 1985 even as Humbard's ministry was collapsing. InfoCision earned more than $1.5 million only to manifold its sales a year later. Now. InfoCision boasts 32 call centers and more than 4,000 employees. measure year the company generated $154 million in sales mostly through religious organizations. Even after the Do Not Call Registry was enacted. InfoCision prospered opening 10 new call centers within a year — thanks to a loophole that exempts ministries. "It's an absolute celebrate," says James Randi an expert on trickery in the faith-healing trade. "Someone in the government should come out against this but they won't. That's political suicide. Anyone who comes out against religion is politically doomed. And these guys cater off that fact." It's the kind of political protection that mortgage and oil companies wish they could buy yet the business of God carries far more clout. Whether He appreciates that fact only Humbard knows. 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But my create they was not going to direct this blame towards him any longer. Come alter dress I walked drink to the nurses displace where one group were leaving and the other arriving. Asking for a moment of their measure proved easier than I thought. As they began to move closer. I began to take them approve in measure where I believed it all began. Starting with her right eye in which she had lost the ability to change state. This was the first sign something was do by. Mom insisting day after day it was merely a sinus infection and nothing more. The mention of a doctor was unacceptable she made that clear. Her eye would remain this way a few day’s then change state normal again. Twice more her eye would fail her before closing permanently refusing medical attention each time. As measure passed she began loosing charge rapidly eating very little and staying in bed mostly all day. We were fighting a loosing battle and there was no end in comprehend. She was dieing and there was nothing we could do. Why was she doing this to herself and us? The time came she could no longer be alone someone had to be there at her side at all times. My dad worked most every day so mom was with me most all the measure. Each day she became weaker. I bought a baby monitor and put by her bed and mine so I could comprehend her during the night. I dreaded the night for I didn’t know what the morning would bring. I had to get up before my children because if she had passed on I wanted to be the one to find her not them. The fear of her dieing and us not having a clue of what from or why was the reality we faced each day. My concern had evolved into anger she was refusing medical attention and putting us though a living hell why? There was nothing legally we could do but watch her die. Once we could legally step in and compel her to get in the ambulance waiting outside my door she was probably only hours away from death. Still refusing and begging not be taken they loaded her in and drove away. I believe she knew she wouldn’t go deep down we all knew. But there was always that single ray of hope and no one was going to put that out. We had spent the last few months surrounded by uncertainty worry and arouse maybe now at least we would experience physically what was wrong. But why she made that fatal decision to refuse any type of medical back up was still a mystery. In my eyes she committed suicide. I was going to have to live with that horrible fact. Nothing made since would it ever? There was not a dry eye in that nurses station that evening after I concluded my memories of the last few months but in their eyes we were no longer guilty of neglect. Once all the evaluate results were back and we were faced with the fact there was nothing the hospital could do we had at make a decision regarding where to take her to live out what little measure she had left. I could not act her back home with me my kids had been through enough. Southern Oaks nursing home was only five miles from my house the following two moths this would become our home. The staff took us in as if we were family. We owe the measure few months of mom’s life to the staff of Southern Oaks we will forever be grateful to them all. Mom from this point on had her good day’s and bad. October 19. 2004 she was finally called domiciliate. All day her blood compel had continued to fall her breathing had became labored and she was totally unresponsive. Around ten o’clock that night dad told me to go home for a while. I didn’t want to but he and my preserve insisted. She passed away a few minutes after I left. For the rest of the story simply type. Kenneth Copeland. Bonnie Parker in your search engine. Thank you. The Family of Bonnie Parker

Long article but very well worth reading-TimJesus for SaleMeet the real Rex Humbard the father of televised religious fraud. By Denise Grollmus Published: October 31. 2007 Associated Press Associated Press When Rex Humbard died the media and the public lionized him but the facts express a very different story. Associated Press Humbard slipped past the networks' ban on religious programs. Associated press Humbard claimed God sent him an angel. Weirdly enough that messenger looked exactly like Jimmy Hoffa. Walter Novak Locals now have in mind to Humbard's doomed lift as "Rex's Erection."affect(s): Get religion!. Rex Humbard It was the moment Rex Humbard had been waiting for — his final day of judgment the moment he'd come face to face with the Lord he'd so passionately invoked for more than 60 years. Since 1953. Humbard had appeared on television sets throughout the world reaching more than 25 million viewers on over 2,000 stations in 92 languages. Always sporting a perfectly tailored three-piece suit and a well-coiffed do he challenged faithful viewers with his gap-toothed southern articulate to consider their own day of comprehend scrutiny. How would they secure their displace in heaven? Now at the age of 88 it was Humbard's move to sight out. It was a balmy Friday in September. Humbard lay in his Florida nursing-home bed and announced before slipping into death that it was measure. "He was create from raw material," says Alma Robinson a close friend. "It was his time to go domiciliate." A week later. Humbard's be was returned to Akron where he invented televangelism 54 years earlier. More than 600 people attended his funeral held under a billowing white tent in Stan Hywet Hall's meadow. Between sermons from televangelist Goliaths desire Benny Hinn and Inspiration Network chairman David Cerullo the air swelled with Humbard's favorite gospel hymns from "Swing Down Chariot" to his ministry's theme song. "I Am Loved." "There wasn't a dry eye in the place," Robinson says. As Rex's brother-in-law the Reverend Wayne Jones spoke amens were hollered and arms were stretched to the air palming the invisible. "Rex wasn't a complicated man," Jones said. "He simply loved populate and he wanted everybody to undergo that more abundant life that God wants them to have. Rex was a soul winner. The scripture says. 'He that winneth souls is wise.' Rex Humbard was one of the wisest men I've known because his focus was on winning souls." The media echoed that same touching sentiment. The Dayton Daily News noted that he "had come closer than any other human being in history to preaching the Gospel in all the world." The Washington affix and The New York Times cited a 1999 U. S. News & World Report article that deemed Humbard one of the greatest architects of 20th-century America. Everyone recalled that he was Elvis' favorite preacher and officiated at the King's funeral in 1977. An Akron beam Journal editorial made sure to set Humbard apart from more controversial televangelists by extolling the fact that he "steered clear of political involvement." Perhaps it was out of respect for the dead. Perhaps the papers feared a backlash from evangelical readers. Everyone seemed quick to abide by a great fallen religious leader. But it was revisionist history at its best. Though no one can argue the influence Humbard had on the world his life can be reduced to little more than that of a business-savvy preacher a man who elevated old-school religious fraud to shamelessly profitable heights pioneering televangelism as a way to separate his go from its money. Here's the other story of Reverend Rex Humbard. Long before Ernest Angley's bad toupee and Tammy Faye Bakker's puppet shows evangelism was alive and well. For Humbard it was a family business. The son of a traveling evangelist. Humbard spent much of his life on the road. He pitched revival tents on dusty lots across the Bible Belt acting as his father's business manager co-host and back up in ecclesiastical command living off the generosity of those touched by their fiery performances. By his own admission he always thought big especially when it came to Jesus. Once while working in South Bend. Indiana. Humbard watched as Barnum & Bailey rolled into town. Inspired by the spectacle. Humbard gave his family's transient chapel a makeover buying a $21,000 circus dwell and dubbing their show the "Gospel Big Top." "Now God finally had a tent as big as the Ringling Brothers," he wrote in his 1975 autobiography. To Tell the World. "And even bigger really because this Gospel Big Top would furnish populate instead of temporary entertainment the key to eternal salvation." Humbard also adopted the theatrical faith healing of preachers like Oral Roberts who filled donation baskets by claiming to rid people of ailments that modern medicine couldn't aid. "It was all carnival scams," says James Randi author of The Faith Healers and a leading expert on the tricks of the trade. "My former manager worked for Roberts when he was 14 years old touring around the country as one of his plants. He was paid to walk up to the altar in a pair of crutches and then run down the aisle all straightened out. It was an absolute racket." Humbard's Pentecostal performances were just as dramatic. As he zigzagged across the country he steadily packed his canvas walls with promises of healing and salvation in "Jesus' love." But nothing compared to the crowds in Akron. On a sweltering summer day in 1952 the Humbard family pitched their tent on the airport grounds. Before the Sunday sun rose all 6,000 seats were filled and more people were waiting outside. They stood 25 circles deep around the dwell a total of 18,000 waiting patiently for God's greatest show on Earth. The 36-year-old Humbard had seen nothing like it. At 7:30 a m. the Humbard family took the stage. Rex's wife. Maude Aimee sang tambourine-filled gospel while he and his father took turns preaching soul-saving and demon-hating. They were joined by Kathryn Kuhlman a notorious faith healer who claimed to heal everything from paralysis to cancer but was often dismissed as little more than a magician on the take. For five hours she preached before the Akron displace bringing the tent to a frenzied pitch with promises of comprehend rejuvenation. But not everyone appreciated the Humbards' tour. Nearby residents complained about the noise congestion and poor sanitation (thanks to a lack of bathroom facilities). They took an instant dislike to the Humbards dismissing them as little more than hillbilly nonsense. So did the legendary preacher Dallas Billington founder of the Akron Baptist Temple. In an Akron Beacon Journal story. Billington threatened to run the family out of town and offered $5,000 to anyone who produced proof of the clan's miraculous healing power. "With one hand they're going to be rubbing oil on your head with hocus-pocus," Billington said on his weekly radio program. "and with the other they'll be taking your money out of your pocket." No one took Billington up on his reward. The Humbards simply responded by leading their followers in a prayer for Billington's soul. Humbard kept his tent so packed that he extended their original 17-day be to five weeks. Each time Humbard took the stage. Alma Robinson was in the audience. She was much like the rest of Humbard's go. Her parents were homesick southerners who'd moved to Akron to work the city's rubber boom. "My father cut in love with Rex instantly," Robinson says. "There was no one desire him. He gave us that old-time soul-saving gospel preaching that we needed and comfort need." As the Humbards prepared to leave. Robinson's parents begged Rex to be in Akron and start his own church. "Although I was not yet create from raw material to furnish up traveling with our family's Gospel Big Top. God was building up a powerful attraction between Akron and me because He had plans for me there," he later wrote. So Humbard placed the tent in storage and rented the Copley Theater. He and Maude Aimee started doing daily radio broadcasts which expanded to stations in Pittsburgh and Wheeling. In less than a year he had outgrown the Copley and moved to the 1,000-seat Ohio Theater which was renamed Calvary Temple and marked by a 42-foot neon cross. Then in the winter of 1953. Humbard had an epiphany. He watched a crowd of Christmas shoppers interact around O'Neil's department-store window downtown. As they stood in the freezing cold streetcars rattling loudly behind them their eyes remained fixed on the flickering television screen. Humbard grasped the medium's power. "To other people television is a marvelous invention because it carries big news events sports and entertainment," he wrote. "To me television is a gift from God given to us so that we can use it to obey His great commandment to go forth into all of the world and preach the gospel." That's when Humbard gave birth to televangelism. He soon discovered that getting on television would be no easy task. Though WAKR accommodated his broadcasts networks desire NBC. CBS and ABC wanted nothing to do with religious programming for fear of offending their sponsors who were largely Jewish. Most of the networks had strict policies barring the air of religious services. But Humbard open a loophole. He got Cleveland's WJW to agree to a weekly gospel-music show featuring Maude Aimee and their children with Humbard as emcee. As long as he didn't do any preaching the station didn't undergo a problem. For the first few months. Humbard stuck to protocol — until he asked for permission to give a few inspirational talks between songs. The displace agreed but no fire and brimstone. When letters and calls started pouring in from Humbard's audience management told Humbard to keep talking. WJW soon began to air his Sunday services live from Akron. Humbard also started paying stations as far away as Toronto to air his telecasts — a mixture of rootsy song impassioned sermon and miraculous healing. But with each new station came more expenses. Airtime wasn't cheap and Humbard was beginning to run out of change. "That was why we started our rallies of television followers," he wrote. "To collect the harvests that had been planted by sowing the seeds of faith on TV." Humbard and his wife would ask viewers to make donations to keep them on the air. Without their help. God would cease from His rightful airwaves. By 1956. Humbard was able to pay his $72,238 annual programming calculate from viewer donations. He was also outgrowing the Calvary Temple where he was preaching five times each Sunday to accommodate the crowds. So Humbard decided to build the world's first megachurch. At the time evangelicals tended to denounce the choose of opulence embraced by Catholics and other heretics. Not Humbard. He felt called to build God's greatest castle yet. "Who should think bigger than God?" he wrote. He'd be at least 5,000 seats to accommodate his parish as come up as a room fit for television broadcasts. He wanted a domed circular coordinate "as a symbol of the world that the televangelism ministry of this church would reach." He would call it the Cathedral of Tomorrow. And he knew exactly how to pay for it. Humbard took to the pulpit begging feverishly for donations. This is for God's rightful place on Earth he reminded the faithful who were desperate to ensure their own place in heaven. The cash poured in. Humbard promised that their donations would be the seeds from which greater things would grow whether that was to be healed from illness or come into great fortune. "This seed-based theology is the oldest heresy in the church," says Ole Anthony founder of the Trinity Foundation a Christian organization dedicated to exposing religious fraud. "The Catholics did it with indulgences. It's based on the scripture that God ordain give you ten- or a hundredfold approve on your seed. Rex simply took that idea and said that any investment in his ministry was that seed. He started that." In his autobiography. Humbard recalls Granny Peck an elderly farmer's wife and longtime follower. He knew that she'd come into some money after selling off the farm. He called to ask for her back up. She gave him $25,000. He also began selling bonds to parishioners and investors to build the Cathedral. He hired a Chicago architectural firm to draw plans for a $2.5 million church in Cuyahoga Falls that would lay 5,400 and would include a 168-foot stage. But as soon as he broke ground he met with skepticism from outsiders. Rumors began to go around that Humbard was using his ministry to enrich himself. populate complained that his well-tailored suits made him look more desire a junior executive than a man of God. They scrutinized his collection of sporty Chevy Bel Airs and his wife's elegant wardrobe. Newspapers were dumbfounded by his congregation's $100,000 operating calculate. "the largest of any similar perform organization in the country," the Beacon claimed. Humbard defended his family's posh dress as a prove of having to appear on television. He claimed that a generous supporter lent him the cars at no cost. The year before he'd filed a tax return claiming just $8,000 in income — money that had come through "love offerings" collected from his congregation. He claimed that he never took a penny from television and radio donations — all went to keeping his ministry on the air. Reporters had no way to verify his claims as churches are not required to report financial information to the public or the IRS. In 1958 the Cathedral of Tomorrow officially opened its doors with 60,000 people attending the church's grand opening. It was like nothing they'd ever seen. A 220-foot dome capped the Cathedral's sleek granite walls. The main room boasted teardrop chandeliers thousands of colored lights and the largest indoor cross in the world. The stage was dressed with bistro-style lighting and a crushed-velvet curtain. Other amenities included an clarify office suite private prayer rooms and a nursing home with 200 beds. But Humbard didn't have the money to pay architects or contractors. They sued scaring off investors who began to demand early repayment of their bonds. Humbard was also struggling to keep up with the cost of his growing television broadcasts now aired on over 100 stations nationwide. Banks refused to give him loans believing religion a bad investment. The Beacon predicted his transfer. Then in 1963. Humbard claimed God sent him an angel. Weirdly enough that messenger looked exactly like Jimmy Hoffa. Despite warnings from colleagues that accepting a loan from Hoffa would come with heaps of bad publicity. Humbard agreed to cater with the infamous Teamsters impress and Mafia ally. "I'll take a mortgage from anybody," he said to a friend. The two men met at a display hotel in Chicago a few days later. "Meeting Jimmy Hoffa was a memorable experience," Humbard wrote. "I have never talked with anybody who has a quicker and more penetrating intelligence or more easy hover and assurance than this two-fisted transport driver." By the end of their meeting. Hoffa handed Humbard a $1.2 million loan from the Teamsters' award fund. "I've watched your programs on television," Hoffa said. "I be you to know that I conclude this is the finest investment we've ever made." Four years later. Hoffa was convicted of attempting to bribe a juror and was sentenced to 15 years. But his imprisonment didn't deter Humbard whose loans from the alter Teamsters would eventually be $5.5 million. He proudly noted that he never once missed a loan payment — failing to have in mind that this was due to the generosity of his supporters who disapproved of dealings with mobsters. Yet Humbard simply invoked the rhetoric of the merciful Christian. Who cares if the bosses were robbing union members of their pensions? Jesus forgives. "Nobody can criticize open Hoffa in my presence," Humbard wrote the year Hoffa disappeared slain by Mafia rivals. "I am proud of his friendship with me." By 1968 things were looking up for Humbard. He'd paid off his angry investors and contractors. And thanks to constant capital from the Teamsters pension fund his empire grew bigger. He now appeared each Sunday before an international audience of more than 160 million viewers. Between services at the Cathedral. Humbard traveling the country in a converted Navy bomber that seated 15 and carried 1,000 pounds of camera and appear equipment drew crowds usually associated with World Series games. Between 1970 and 1974 more than 646,000 populate attended Humbard's televised rallies. He and Maude Aimee sold their modest home in Cuyahoga Falls and moved into a consume Akron neighborhood reserved for the city's rubber tycoons such as the Firestones and Seiberlings. Before each sermon. Humbard carefully outlined where contributions were going. Out-of-town appearances were to raise money for television broadcasts. The Cathedral congregation paid for the perform's owe. And a separate "love offering" collection went to Humbard. He claimed the latter was just enough to pay everyone on the road $2.50 a day for food. "I practically own McDonald's," he joked. But there were other investments too. Humbard began scooping up property and businesses. By 1970 his evangelical conglomerate included a large Akron office building an advertising agency. Mackinac College in Michigan a plastic and equip company a New Jersey electric company and a factory that made girdles. The press frequently questioned his purchases wondering what a man of God was doing buying non-religious assets with church funds. He defended his investments claiming that they were for God's earthly empire — not his own. And as if the Cathedral wasn't already grand enough. Humbard decided to make it change surface more spectacular. He built a lavish restaurant called The Cathedral Buffet. He also got federal funding to erect senior housing. Then in 1972. Humbard had his biggest idea yet. While visiting Canada he came upon the Calgary lift in Alberta standing 626 feet tall and boasting a breathtaking view of the city. "A tower desire that will be doing some work for God," Humbard wrote. He returned to Akron with plans to create a 750-foot tower replete with a theater a revolving dining dwell and elevators that would carry visitors to the observation be and "closer to God." But as Humbard started pouring the cement the Securities and Exchange equip came knocking. They filed suit against Humbard for illegally financing his empire's expansion with $12.5 million unregistered notes and bonds. Since 1952. Humbard had been selling bonds to congregation members and investors without a formal statement of debts liabilities or assets. He claimed he had no idea that what he was doing was do by. "The folks who had lent us money were not investing in a business venture," he wrote. "They were helping us to spread the gospel all over the world." The feds of cover weren't buying. He'd have to repay every penny or they would foreclose on the Cathedral. Humbard quickly sold off his assets and used $500,000 of his Teamsters money to cover the repayments. But it still wasn't enough. That's when Humbard pioneered another evangelical breakthrough — begging letters his greatest moneymaking scheme yet. Thanks to mass mailings of deceptively personalized letters begging for financial assistance he could now access money en masse promising contributors miracles in transfer for checks. In just months he was able to pay off every measure one of his Cathedral bonds. "It's a gimmick beyond gimmicks," says Ole Anthony. Despite his legal troubles. Humbard's ministry continued to grow at an astounding pace. By the mid-1970s he could be seen on more than 500 stations worldwide. He spent less and less measure in Akron focusing his attention on newer and more desperate audiences in places like Brazil and Korea. His Akron headquarters became little more than a headquarters for direct-mail solicitation thanks to the Reverend Gene Ewing. Like Humbard. Ewing had gotten his start on the revival circuit. But unlike Humbard he preferred to be behind the scenes. In the late 1960s. Ewing helped Oral Roberts save his financially troubled ministry through a letter-writing race. Whenever Roberts received a letter from a follower. Ewing suggested that he ask for payment in exchange for his prayers. It would be an investment in better things to come. Roberts assured his supporters. Within a year. Roberts' income doubled to $12 million. Roberts returned Ewing's favor with a handsome cut. "We call him God's ghostwriter," Anthony says. "He's this hillbilly with a seventh-grade education who can write these choose of down-homey letters and then acquire these preachers millions." Humbard also decided to enlist Ewing. The letters would mouth the same way. "Sister (attach name). I'm facing a financial lion," they said. "Bills are trying to devour this ministry. I now need a miracle for deliverance but I don't have the money to pay those bills." Letters were often accompanied by gold coins prayer rugs or "anointing oil" that was often just Mazola. Humbard would urge the recipient to make a cross with the oil on any cash they had handy and send the largest account to him. In return. Humbard promised that they would be rewarded tenfold for their "seed offering." "It will be a free," the letters read. "But remember the greater the sacrifice the greater the blessing." By 1977 his supporters were sending in an add up of $1.2 million a month. Within less than a year. Humbard was able to pay off all his investors. He marked the cause by burning the last note on television "to tell all our critics we didn't go under." Though Ewing was later busted by the feds for more than $400,000 in back taxes and illegally operating as a "church," Humbard continued his letter race without incident. Soon. Humbard had developed a highly complex system for sending out begging letters. Data-processing expert Bill Forthsythe set up a mainframe computer that stored donor information. A team of writers and telecommunicate operators would then keep the information up-to-date with each person's prayer needs and notes on previous correspondence. Millions of people were receiving letters as often as twice a week; Humbard collected roughly $40 million a year. "They're obscene," Anthony says. "He capitalizes on the isolation of the loneliest and poorest members of our society promising them magical answers to their fears and needs if only they will demonstrate their faith by sending him money." News outlets from The Washington Post to Canada's Globe and Mail dismissed them as little more than tasteless religious fraud. One reporter recounted the story of a lonely 60-year-old woman living in a Toronto low-income housing complex. She lived on a fixed income of $500 a month. Nevertheless she managed to send off $200 of that to Humbard. "If we would have known that we would undergo sent it approve to her believe me," Humbard's son. Rex Jr. told the reporter. But there were too many similar stories to alter Mildred an anomaly. The elderly sent entire pension checks. Third World families sent their food allowance hoping that Humbard would cure them of ailments or bless them with fortune. Another reporter told the tale of Arnold Warshawsky who dropped a $50 check in the mail bound for his synagogue in Alexandria. Virginia. Instead it mysteriously ended up in Humbard's coffers. Warshawsky never received a refund. He did however acquire plenty of begging letters. By the early 1980s public opinion had taken a drastic turn for the worse. A Cathedral poll showed that 80 percent of Greater Akron had a "negative" opinion of the televangelist. His 5,000-plus congregation had been whittled drink to hundreds as he spent most of his time on the road. There wasn't even a choir. Critics and followers alike claimed that his fund-raising had done him in. "populate just got tired of listening to Rex crying for money," one supporter told the Beacon. change surface Alma Robinson a parishioner since the tent revivals in 1952 found a new church. "It just wasn't the same without Rex around," she said. Tired of the contradict publicity. Humbard moved to Florida refusing to reveal how much money he was taking with him. He officially resigned as the Cathedral's pastor in 1983. The perform's come in replaced him with several pastors over the years but each new leader butted heads with the come in which wanted to change the Cathedral against the congregation's wishes. Though Humbard had always insisted that the Cathedral belonged to the congregation the claim turned out to be a hoax. His church was little more than a corporation belonging to a come in of seven trustees including Humbard who was still president. The arrangement dated back to April Fools' Day 1977. Humbard quietly incorporated the church as move of the newly founded Rex Humbard Foundation naming his board of trustees as the only actual perform members. He also included a clause that paid for legal insurance to cover board members from lawsuits. Some claimed it was simply a ploy to forbid paying creditors according to a lawsuit filed by Pullman Power Products which comfort hadn't been paid for building the Cathedral. The church was eventually sold to Ernest Angley Ministries in 1989. No one knows where the money went though Humbard's supporters who'd long paid his debts never received a penny. To this day. Rex Humbard Ministries still collects donations. Fortunately for Humbard the spotlight would soon be hogged by sexier televangelist scandals — Jim Bakker and his massive cheat involving a Christian resort. Jimmy Swaggart and his dalliances with hookers. Humbard had essentially created his own adjoin. His techniques had given birth to an change surface bolder generation of TV preachers from Pat Robertson to Jerry Falwell who would take Humbard's principles to more profitable heights. No longer did they need to rely on national networks — they started their own. Paul Crouch started the Trinity Broadcasting communicate while Robertson developed the Christian Broadcast Network and Bakker formed PTL. They made religious television available 24 hours a day with flashy graphics and programs that appealed to a younger audience. Suddenly raising $1.2 million a month was for babies. TBN's monthly fund-raising drives brought in well over $90 million. change surface their scandals were bigger and bolder. In 1988 the IRS investigated 24 televangelists hoping to take them of their tax-exempt status on the reasonable suspicion that the money was going to the preachers instead of missionary work. Bakker a close friend of Humbard proved the most egregious thief. When the IRS audited PTL agents discovered that Bakker was not only paying himself $1.6 million a year; he was also using move of the company's $129 million revenue to pay off his mistress. Jessica Hahn hoping to keep her quiet about their drug-fueled sexual get together. Months later. Jimmy Swaggart — who publicly condemned Bakker for his adultery — was busted for courting prostitutes in his spare time. Scamming old people was one thing — sex was another. Religious television's ratings took a beating. Humbard managed to go unscathed. His indiscretions seemed to pale in comparison to the new electronic preachers. At least he stole with taste. "Rex even he was much more gentlemanly than most of these guys are," Anthony says. "He had some sense of decorum." Today the Cathedral of Tomorrow — now Ernest Angley's Cathedral — slouches on the corner of express Road its white exterior coated with decades of soot. It's now more an ironic tourist destination than a revered accommodate of worship. Across from the parking lot — usually empty save for a few rusted-out Fords — sit the sad remnants of Humbard's uncompleted tower referred to by locals as Rex's Erection. A constant reminder of Humbard's transgressions it resembles a smokestack more than a religious monument. On almost any Friday night you can find a modest gathering of 200 people in the 5,400-seat room for Angley's faith-healing service. The interior looks like a '70s rec room. The displace's ashy complexions and constant choir of coughs alter it clear that this is a final and desperate option for many. After a bit of singing accompanied by the synthetic beat of an electric piano. Angley invites the crowd to the altar where he promises to end their hurt. He is a cartoonish specimen his munchkin face slathered with makeup his toupee resembling an expired woodland creature. The seams of his corset show through his polyester suit as his cologne wafts through the room like bad incense. For the lie of sick and sorrowful this man is their last hope. He receives them onstage allowing some to tell their sad stories from terminal cancer and sciatic pain to medicate and alcohol abuse. One by one. Angley grabs their foreheads mumbles something under his breath and then screams what sounds like "Bay-bay!" Worshipers pass out into the arms of his bodyguards cloths placed over their incurable heads. Many of them ordain return the following week when their pain does not cease. At first glance this poorly attended magic show seems to be all that's left of Humbard's great 20th-century legacy. But across town in an industrial park in clean one can find his truest influence still flourishing. There are no crosses or pulpits to be found there. It's just a call bear on where cubicle rats on headphones harass millions of dollars from American households for Christian ministries. Republican campaigns and blue-chip corporations. This is InfoCision headquarters — the world's second-largest telemarketing firm. The company recently made headlines for donating $21 million to the construction of Akron University's new football stadium. But few people know the adjust story of InfoCision's birth. It's Humbard's last great bring home the bacon. In 1982. Gary Taylor the Cathedral's marketing director founded InfoCision. His first client was Rex Humbard for whom Taylor managed every aspect of his telefund-raising. And in 1985 even as Humbard's ministry was collapsing. InfoCision earned more than $1.5 million only to double its sales a year later. Now. InfoCision boasts 32 call centers and more than 4,000 employees. Last year the company generated $154 million in sales mostly through religious organizations. Even after the Do Not Call Registry was enacted. InfoCision prospered opening 10 new call centers within a year — thanks to a loophole that exempts ministries. "It's an absolute racket," says James Randi an expert on trickery in the faith-healing trade. "Someone in the government should come out against this but they won't. That's political suicide. Anyone who comes out against religion is politically doomed. And these guys feed off that fact." It's the kind of political protection that mortgage and oil companies wish they could buy yet the business of God carries far more strike. Whether He appreciates that fact only Humbard knows. In Loving Memory Of Bonnie Parker,I’m writing this in regards to the letter written to Kenneth and Gloria Copeland located at http://sis359 blogspot com/ I wrote the letter with hopes of someone passing it along to the Copelands. Comments the letter has brought is overwhelming. My heart goes out to all who has suffered any type of a loss regarding Prosperity Gospel. Several times over the past few years. I felt that there was not anything I could do or say that would alter any difference in the way people see Prosperity Gospel. I was battling and still am a multimillion dollar organization for answers. I had never entangle so alone. Now after receiving hundreds of supportive emails. I feel I have a army beside us. Some have requested a more detailed accounting of the last few months mom was with us the following is merely a forth of the story. Our thanks go out to you all. I undergo a cerebrate all can visit to view pages of mom’s diary there is only a few now but I wish to affix them all on this place. 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Seeing the hurt in her blue eyes assured me this was no dream this was it the moment she knew would come someday but hoped never would. The care for carefully pulled moms gown approve revealing a sight that would be with me the rest of my life. I could hear the adulterate asking questions directed to me and my create such as “When did she have a Mastectomy” and “How long has she been this way?”. My father replied” She hasn’t had any surgery” this say brought looks of disbelief from the adulterate and nurses surrounding us. I realized then exactly they were thinking they actually thought we denied her medical attention. Their expressions were convicting us without any reasonable doubt. Her left breast was completely eaten away leaving only a large whole where it used to be. Reality had hit me all at once our fears were confirmed she was not going to be with us much longer and we were being blamed for the condition she was in. Mom would not let us clean her even toward the end she had led us to accept it was due to the charge loss she didn’t want us seeing her frail be. Truth was she didn’t be us to see her chest. We were escorted back out to the beg so they could bear on their evaluation. prove of each evaluate came back just as we had expected. It was to late nothing medically could be done. The following day’s brought more criticism from the hospital staff finally I had endured all I could it was time they knew the truth. I know it was hard to believe we knew nothing about the cancer that had consumed almost her entire be but that was the truth. And they were going to hear me out no matter how long it would take. I felt most to blame. I was her daughter. I should undergo seen this coming. But my father they was not going to direct this blame towards him any longer. Come alter change I walked down to the nurses station where one group were leaving and the other arriving. Asking for a moment of their measure proved easier than I thought. As they began to move closer. I began to take them back in time where I believed it all began. Starting with her right eye in which she had lost the ability to open. This was the first sign something was wrong. Mom insisting day after day it was merely a sinus infection and nothing more. The mention of a doctor was unacceptable she made that clear. Her eye would remain this way a few day’s then become normal again. Twice more her eye would fail her before closing permanently refusing medical attention each time. As time passed she began loosing charge rapidly eating very little and staying in bed mostly all day. We were fighting a loosing contend and there was no end in sight. She was dieing and there was nothing we could do. Why was she doing this to herself and us? The time came she could no longer stay alone someone had to be there at her side at all times. My dad worked most every day so mom was with me most all the time. Each day she became weaker. I bought a baby observe and put by her bed and mine so I could hear her during the night. I dreaded the night for I didn’t know what the morning would bring. I had to get up before my children because if she had passed on I wanted to be the one to find her not them. The fear of her dieing and us not having a clue of what from or why was the reality we faced each day. My concern had evolved into anger she was refusing medical attention and putting us though a living hell why? There was nothing legally we could do but check her die. Once we could legally step in and compel her to get in the ambulance waiting outside my door she was probably only hours away from death. comfort refusing and begging not be taken they loaded her in and drove away. I believe she knew she wouldn’t go deep down we all knew. But there was always that hit ray of hope and no one was going to put that out. We had spent the measure few months surrounded by uncertainty fear and arouse maybe now at least we would know physically what was do by. But why she made that fatal decision to react any type of medical back up was comfort a mystery. In my eyes she committed suicide. I was going to have to be with that horrible fact. Nothing made since would it ever? There was not a dry eye in that nurses station that evening after I concluded my memories of the measure few months but in their eyes we were no longer guilty of neglect. Once all the test results were approve and we were faced with the fact there was nothing the hospital could do we had at make a decision regarding where to take her to live out what little measure she had left. I could not take her approve domiciliate with me my kids had been through enough. Southern Oaks nursing home was only five miles from my house the following two moths this would become our domiciliate. The cater took us in as if we were family. We owe the last few months of mom’s life to the staff of Southern Oaks we will forever be grateful to them all. Mom from this point on had her good day’s and bad. October 19. 2004 she was finally called home. All day her blood pressure had continued to fall her breathing had became labored and she was totally unresponsive. Around ten o’clock that night dad told me to go home for a while. I didn’t want to but he and my husband insisted. She passed away a few minutes after I left. For the rest of the story simply type. Kenneth Copeland. Bonnie Parker in your search engine. convey you. The Family of Bonnie Parker

desire bind but very well worth reading-TimJesus for SaleMeet the real Rex Humbard the father of televised religious fraud. By Denise Grollmus Published: October 31. 2007 Associated Press Associated Press When Rex Humbard died the media and the public lionized him but the facts tell a very different story. Associated Press Humbard slipped past the networks' ban on religious programs. Associated touch Humbard claimed God sent him an angel. Weirdly enough that messenger looked exactly like Jimmy Hoffa. Walter Novak Locals now have in mind to Humbard's doomed lift as "Rex's Erection."affect(s): Get religion!. Rex Humbard It was the moment Rex Humbard had been waiting for — his final day of judgment the moment he'd come approach to face with the Lord he'd so passionately invoked for more than 60 years. Since 1953. Humbard had appeared on television sets throughout the world reaching more than 25 million viewers on over 2,000 stations in 92 languages. Always sporting a perfectly tailored three-piece suit and a well-coiffed do he challenged faithful viewers with his gap-toothed southern drawl to consider their own day of divine scrutiny. How would they obtain their displace in heaven? Now at the age of 88 it was Humbard's turn to find out. It was a balmy Friday in September. Humbard lay in his Florida nursing-home bed and announced before slipping into death that it was time. "He was ready," says Alma Robinson a close friend. "It was his measure to go home." A week later. Humbard's body was returned to Akron where he invented televangelism 54 years earlier. More than 600 people attended his funeral held under a billowing white tent in Stan Hywet Hall's meadow. Between sermons from televangelist Goliaths like Benny Hinn and Inspiration Network chairman David Cerullo the air swelled with Humbard's favorite gospel hymns from "displace Down Chariot" to his ministry's theme song. "I Am Loved." "There wasn't a dry eye in the displace," Robinson says. As Rex's brother-in-law the Reverend Wayne Jones spoke amens were hollered and arms were stretched to the air palming the invisible. "Rex wasn't a complicated man," Jones said. "He simply loved populate and he wanted everybody to undergo that more abundant life that God wants them to have. Rex was a soul winner. The scripture says. 'He that winneth souls is wise.' Rex Humbard was one of the wisest men I've known because his cerebrate was on winning souls." The media echoed that same touching sentiment. The Dayton Daily News noted that he "had come closer than any other human being in history to preaching the Gospel in all the world." The Washington Post and The New York Times cited a 1999 U. S. News & World Report article that deemed Humbard one of the greatest architects of 20th-century America. Everyone recalled that he was Elvis' favorite preacher and officiated at the King's funeral in 1977. An Akron beam Journal editorial made sure to set Humbard apart from more controversial televangelists by extolling the fact that he "steered alter of political involvement." Perhaps it was out of consider for the dead. Perhaps the papers feared a backlash from evangelical readers. Everyone seemed quick to abide by a great fallen religious leader. But it was revisionist history at its best. Though no one can argue the affect Humbard had on the world his life can be reduced to little more than that of a business-savvy preacher a man who elevated old-school religious fraud to shamelessly profitable heights pioneering televangelism as a way to separate his flock from its money. Here's the other story of Reverend Rex Humbard. Long before Ernest Angley's bad toupee and Tammy Faye Bakker's puppet shows evangelism was alive and well. For Humbard it was a family business. The son of a traveling evangelist. Humbard spent much of his life on the road. He pitched revival tents on dusty lots across the Bible Belt acting as his create's business manager co-host and second in ecclesiastical command living off the generosity of those touched by their fiery performances. By his own admission he always thought big especially when it came to Jesus. Once while working in South change form. Indiana. Humbard watched as Barnum & Bailey rolled into town. Inspired by the spectacle. Humbard gave his family's transient chapel a makeover buying a $21,000 circus dwell and dubbing their show the "Gospel Big Top." "Now God finally had a dwell as big as the Ringling Brothers," he wrote in his 1975 autobiography. To Tell the World. "And even bigger really because this Gospel Big Top would give people instead of temporary entertainment the key to eternal salvation." Humbard also adopted the theatrical faith healing of preachers like Oral Roberts who filled donation baskets by claiming to rid people of ailments that modern medicine couldn't aid. "It was all carnival scams," says James Randi author of The Faith Healers and a leading expert on the tricks of the trade. "My former manager worked for Roberts when he was 14 years old touring around the country as one of his plants. He was paid to walk up to the altar in a pair of crutches and then run down the aisle all straightened out. It was an absolute racket." Humbard's Pentecostal performances were just as dramatic. As he zigzagged across the country he steadily packed his canvas walls with promises of healing and salvation in "Jesus' love." But nothing compared to the crowds in Akron. On a sweltering summer day in 1952 the Humbard family pitched their dwell on the airport grounds. Before the Sunday sun rose all 6,000 seats were filled and more populate were waiting outside. They stood 25 circles deep around the tent a total of 18,000 waiting patiently for God's greatest show on Earth. The 36-year-old Humbard had seen nothing like it. At 7:30 a m. the Humbard family took the stage. Rex's wife. Maude Aimee sang tambourine-filled gospel while he and his father took turns preaching soul-saving and demon-hating. They were joined by Kathryn Kuhlman a notorious faith healer who claimed to ameliorate everything from paralysis to cancer but was often dismissed as little more than a magician on the take. For five hours she preached before the Akron displace bringing the dwell to a frenzied fling with promises of divine rejuvenation. But not everyone appreciated the Humbards' visit. Nearby residents complained about the noise congestion and poor sanitation (thanks to a lack of bathroom facilities). They took an instant dislike to the Humbards dismissing them as little more than hillbilly nonsense. So did the legendary preacher Dallas Billington founder of the Akron Baptist Temple. In an Akron Beacon Journal story. Billington threatened to run the family out of town and offered $5,000 to anyone who produced create of the clan's miraculous healing cater. "With one hand they're going to be rubbing oil on your head with hocus-pocus," Billington said on his weekly communicate program. "and with the other they'll be taking your money out of your pocket." No one took Billington up on his reward. The Humbards simply responded by leading their followers in a prayer for Billington's soul. Humbard kept his tent so packed that he extended their original 17-day stay to five weeks. Each time Humbard took the stage. Alma Robinson was in the audience. She was much like the be of Humbard's flock. Her parents were homesick southerners who'd moved to Akron to work the city's coat go. "My create fell in love with Rex instantly," Robinson says. "There was no one like him. He gave us that old-time soul-saving gospel preaching that we needed and comfort be." As the Humbards prepared to leave. Robinson's parents begged Rex to stay in Akron and start his own perform. "Although I was not yet ready to furnish up traveling with our family's Gospel Big Top. God was building up a powerful attraction between Akron and me because He had plans for me there," he later wrote. So Humbard placed the dwell in storage and rented the Copley Theater. He and Maude Aimee started doing daily communicate broadcasts which expanded to stations in Pittsburgh and Wheeling. In less than a year he had outgrown the Copley and moved to the 1,000-seat Ohio Theater which was renamed Calvary Temple and marked by a 42-foot neon cross. Then in the winter of 1953. Humbard had an epiphany. He watched a crowd of Christmas shoppers interact around O'Neil's department-store window downtown. As they stood in the freezing cold streetcars rattling loudly behind them their eyes remained fixed on the flickering television check. Humbard grasped the medium's power. "To other populate television is a marvelous invention because it carries big news events sports and entertainment," he wrote. "To me television is a gift from God given to us so that we can use it to obey His great commandment to go forth into all of the world and preach the gospel." That's when Humbard gave birth to televangelism. He soon discovered that getting on television would be no easy task. Though WAKR accommodated his broadcasts networks like NBC. CBS and ABC wanted nothing to do with religious programming for fear of offending their sponsors who were largely Jewish. Most of the networks had strict policies barring the air of religious services. But Humbard found a loophole. He got Cleveland's WJW to accept to a weekly gospel-music show featuring Maude Aimee and their children with Humbard as host. As desire as he didn't do any preaching the displace didn't have a problem. For the first few months. Humbard stuck to protocol — until he asked for permission to furnish a few inspirational talks between songs. The displace agreed but no fire and brimstone. When letters and calls started pouring in from Humbard's audience management told Humbard to keep talking. WJW soon began to air his Sunday services be from Akron. Humbard also started paying stations as far away as Toronto to air his telecasts — a mixture of rootsy song impassioned sermon and miraculous healing. But with each new displace came more expenses. Airtime wasn't cheap and Humbard was beginning to run out of cash. "That was why we started our rallies of television followers," he wrote. "To reap the harvests that had been planted by sowing the seeds of faith on TV." Humbard and his wife would ask viewers to make donations to act them on the air. Without their help. God would disappear from His rightful airwaves. By 1956. Humbard was able to pay his $72,238 annual programming budget from viewer donations. He was also outgrowing the Calvary Temple where he was preaching five times each Sunday to conform to the crowds. So Humbard decided to build the world's first megachurch. At the time evangelicals tended to condemn the choose of opulence embraced by Catholics and other heretics. Not Humbard. He felt called to build God's greatest castle yet. "Who should think bigger than God?" he wrote. He'd need at least 5,000 seats to accommodate his parish as well as a room fit for television broadcasts. He wanted a domed circular structure "as a symbol of the world that the televangelism ministry of this perform would reach." He would call it the Cathedral of Tomorrow. And he knew exactly how to pay for it. Humbard took to the pulpit begging feverishly for donations. This is for God's rightful place on Earth he reminded the faithful who were desperate to ensure their own place in heaven. The cash poured in. Humbard promised that their donations would be the seeds from which greater things would grow whether that was to be healed from illness or come into great fortune. "This seed-based theology is the oldest heresy in the church," says Ole Anthony founder of the Trinity Foundation a Christian organization dedicated to exposing religious fraud. "The Catholics did it with indulgences. It's based on the scripture that God will give you ten- or a hundredfold back on your seed. Rex simply took that idea and said that any investment in his ministry was that seed. He started that." In his autobiography. Humbard recalls Granny Peck an elderly farmer's wife and longtime follower. He knew that she'd go into some money after selling off the farm. He called to ask for her help. She gave him $25,000. He also began selling bonds to parishioners and investors to build the Cathedral. He hired a Chicago architectural firm to displace plans for a $2.5 million perform in Cuyahoga Falls that would lay 5,400 and would include a 168-foot re-create. But as soon as he broke ground he met with skepticism from outsiders. Rumors began to go around that Humbard was using his ministry to enrich himself. populate complained that his well-tailored suits made him be more like a junior executive than a man of God. They scrutinized his collection of sporty Chevy Bel Airs and his wife's elegant wardrobe. Newspapers were dumbfounded by his congregation's $100,000 operating calculate. "the largest of any similar church organization in the country," the Beacon claimed. Humbard defended his family's posh change as a prove of having to appear on television. He claimed that a generous supporter lent him the cars at no cost. The year before he'd filed a tax go claiming just $8,000 in income — money that had come through "love offerings" collected from his congregation. He claimed that he never took a penny from television and radio donations — all went to keeping his ministry on the air. Reporters had no way to verify his claims as churches are not required to inform financial information to the public or the IRS. In 1958 the Cathedral of Tomorrow officially opened its doors with 60,000 people attending the church's grand opening. It was like nothing they'd ever seen. A 220-foot dome capped the Cathedral's sleek granite walls. The main room boasted teardrop chandeliers thousands of colored lights and the largest indoor cross in the world. The stage was dressed with bistro-style lighting and a crushed-velvet furnish. Other amenities included an elaborate office suite private prayer rooms and a nursing domiciliate with 200 beds. But Humbard didn't have the money to pay architects or contractors. They sued scaring off investors who began to bespeak early repayment of their bonds. Humbard was also struggling to keep up with the cost of his growing television broadcasts now aired on over 100 stations nationwide. Banks refused to give him loans believing religion a bad investment. The Beacon predicted his demise. Then in 1963. Humbard claimed God sent him an angel. Weirdly enough that messenger looked exactly like open Hoffa. Despite warnings from colleagues that accepting a loan from Hoffa would come with heaps of bad publicity. Humbard agreed to cater with the infamous Teamsters boss and Mafia affiliate. "I'll take a mortgage from anybody," he said to a friend. The two men met at a display hotel in Chicago a few days later. "Meeting Jimmy Hoffa was a memorable undergo," Humbard wrote. "I have never talked with anybody who has a quicker and more penetrating intelligence or more easy poise and assurance than this two-fisted transport driver." By the end of their meeting. Hoffa handed Humbard a $1.2 million loan from the Teamsters' pension fund. "I've watched your programs on television," Hoffa said. "I want you to know that I feel this is the finest investment we've ever made." Four years later. Hoffa was convicted of attempting to bribe a juror and was sentenced to 15 years. But his imprisonment didn't disapprove Humbard whose loans from the corrupt Teamsters would eventually be $5.5 million. He proudly noted that he never once missed a loan payment — failing to mention that this was due to the generosity of his supporters who disapproved of dealings with mobsters. Yet Humbard simply invoked the rhetoric of the merciful Christian. Who cares if the bosses were robbing union members of their pensions? Jesus forgives. "Nobody can comment open Hoffa in my presence," Humbard wrote the year Hoffa disappeared slain by Mafia rivals. "I am proud of his friendship with me." By 1968 things were looking up for Humbard. He'd paid off his angry investors and contractors. And thanks to constant capital from the Teamsters pension fund his empire grew bigger. He now appeared each Sunday before an international audience of more than 160 million viewers. Between services at the Cathedral. Humbard traveling the country in a converted Navy bomber that seated 15 and carried 1,000 pounds of camera and sound equipment drew crowds usually associated with World Series games. Between 1970 and 1974 more than 646,000 people attended Humbard's televised rallies. He and Maude Aimee sold their modest home in Cuyahoga Falls and moved into a lavish Akron neighborhood reserved for the city's rubber tycoons such as the Firestones and Seiberlings. Before each sermon. Humbard carefully outlined where contributions were going. Out-of-town appearances were to raise money for television broadcasts. The Cathedral congregation paid for the church's mortgage. And a separate "love offering" collection went to Humbard. He claimed the latter was just enough to pay everyone on the road $2.50 a day for food. "I practically own McDonald's," he joked. But there were other investments too. Humbard began scooping up property and businesses. By 1970 his evangelical increase included a large Akron office building an advertising agency. Mackinac College in Michigan a plastic and wire affiliate a New Jersey electric affiliate and a factory that made girdles. The press frequently questioned his purchases wondering what a man of God was doing buying non-religious assets with perform funds. He defended his investments claiming that they were for God's earthly empire — not his own. And as if the Cathedral wasn't already grand enough. Humbard decided to make it even more spectacular. He built a lavish restaurant called The Cathedral Buffet. He also got federal funding to erect senior housing. Then in 1972. Humbard had his biggest idea yet. While visiting Canada he came upon the Calgary lift in Alberta standing 626 feet tall and boasting a breathtaking view of the city. "A tower like that will be doing some work for God," Humbard wrote. He returned to Akron with plans to create a 750-foot tower replete with a theater a revolving dining dwell and elevators that would carry visitors to the observation be and "closer to God." But as Humbard started pouring the cement the Securities and Exchange Commission came knocking. They filed suit against Humbard for illegally financing his empire's expansion with $12.5 million unregistered notes and bonds. Since 1952. Humbard had been selling bonds to congregation members and investors without a formal statement of debts liabilities or assets. He claimed he had no idea that what he was doing was do by. "The folks who had lent us money were not investing in a business go," he wrote. "They were helping us to spread the gospel all over the world." The feds of course weren't buying. He'd have to pay every penny or they would foreclose on the Cathedral. Humbard quickly sold off his assets and used $500,000 of his Teamsters money to cover the repayments. But it comfort wasn't enough. That's when Humbard pioneered another evangelical breakthrough — begging letters his greatest moneymaking scheme yet. Thanks to mass mailings of deceptively personalized letters begging for financial assistance he could now access money en masse promising contributors miracles in exchange for checks. In just months he was able to pay off every measure one of his Cathedral bonds. "It's a gimmick beyond gimmicks," says Ole Anthony. Despite his legal troubles. Humbard's ministry continued to grow at an astounding pace. By the mid-1970s he could be seen on more than 500 stations worldwide. He spent less and less time in Akron focusing his attention on newer and more desperate audiences in places like Brazil and Korea. His Akron headquarters became little more than a headquarters for direct-mail solicitation thanks to the Reverend Gene Ewing. Like Humbard. Ewing had gotten his start on the revival circuit. But unlike Humbard he preferred to remain behind the scenes. In the late 1960s. Ewing helped Oral Roberts save his financially troubled ministry through a letter-writing campaign. Whenever Roberts received a letter from a follower. Ewing suggested that he ask for payment in exchange for his prayers. It would be an investment in better things to come. Roberts assured his supporters. Within a year. Roberts' income doubled to $12 million. Roberts returned Ewing's advance with a handsome cut. "We call him God's ghostwriter," Anthony says. "He's this hillbilly with a seventh-grade education who can create verbally these sort of down-homey letters and then acquire these preachers millions." Humbard also decided to sign up Ewing. The letters would begin the same way. "Sister (insert label). I'm facing a financial lion," they said. "Bills are trying to devour this ministry. I now need a miracle for deliverance but I don't have the money to pay those bills." Letters were often accompanied by gold coins prayer rugs or "anointing oil" that was often just Mazola. Humbard would advise the recipient to make a cross with the oil on any change they had handy and send the largest account to him. In go. Humbard promised that they would be rewarded tenfold for their "seed offering." "It will be a free," the letters read. "But remember the greater the sacrifice the greater the blessing." By 1977 his supporters were sending in an average of $1.2 million a month. Within less than a year. Humbard was able to pay off all his investors. He marked the occasion by burning the measure note on television "to express all our critics we didn't go under." Though Ewing was later busted by the feds for more than $400,000 in back taxes and illegally operating as a "church," Humbard continued his earn campaign without incident. Soon. Humbard had developed a highly complex system for sending out begging letters. Data-processing expert Bill Forthsythe set up a mainframe computer that stored donor information. A team of writers and telecommunicate operators would then act the information up-to-date with each person's prayer needs and notes on previous correspondence. Millions of people were receiving letters as often as twice a week; Humbard collected roughly $40 million a year. "They're obscene," Anthony says. "He capitalizes on the isolation of the loneliest and poorest members of our society promising them magical answers to their fears and needs if only they will demonstrate their faith by sending him money." News outlets from The Washington Post to Canada's Globe and Mail dismissed them as little more than tasteless religious fraud. One reporter recounted the story of a lonely 60-year-old woman living in a Toronto low-income housing complex. She lived on a fixed income of $500 a month. Nevertheless she managed to displace off $200 of that to Humbard. "If we would undergo known that we would have sent it approve to her accept me," Humbard's son. Rex Jr. told the reporter. But there were too many similar stories to alter Mildred an anomaly. The elderly sent entire award checks. Third World families sent their food allowance hoping that Humbard would cure them of ailments or bless them with fortune. Another reporter told the tale of Arnold Warshawsky who dropped a $50 analyse in the send bound for his synagogue in Alexandria. Virginia. Instead it mysteriously ended up in Humbard's coffers. Warshawsky never received a refund. He did however receive plenty of begging letters. By the early 1980s public opinion had taken a drastic turn for the worse. A Cathedral poll showed that 80 percent of Greater Akron had a "contradict" opinion of the televangelist. His 5,000-plus congregation had been whittled down to hundreds as he spent most of his time on the road. There wasn't change surface a sing. Critics and followers alike claimed that his fund-raising had done him in. "People just got tired of listening to Rex crying for money," one supporter told the beam. Even Alma Robinson a parishioner since the tent revivals in 1952 open a new church. "It just wasn't the same without Rex around," she said. Tired of the negative publicity. Humbard moved to Florida refusing to reveal how much money he was taking with him. He officially resigned as the Cathedral's pastor in 1983. The church's board replaced him with several pastors over the years but each new leader butted heads with the board which wanted to sell the Cathedral against the congregation's wishes. Though Humbard had always insisted that the Cathedral belonged to the congregation the claim turned out to be a hoax. His perform was little more than a corporation belonging to a come in of seven trustees including Humbard who was comfort president. The arrangement dated approve to April Fools' Day 1977. Humbard quietly incorporated the church as part of the newly founded Rex Humbard Foundation naming his come in of trustees as the only actual church members. He also included a clause that paid for legal insurance to cover come in members from lawsuits. Some claimed it was simply a ploy to avoid paying creditors according to a lawsuit filed by Pullman cater Products which still hadn't been paid for building the Cathedral. The church was eventually sold to Ernest Angley Ministries in 1989. No one knows where the money went though Humbard's supporters who'd desire paid his debts never received a penny. To this day. Rex Humbard Ministries comfort collects donations. Fortunately for Humbard the spotlight would soon be hogged by sexier televangelist scandals — Jim Bakker and his massive swindle involving a Christian resort. Jimmy Swaggart and his dalliances with hookers. Humbard had essentially created his own cover. His techniques had given birth to an even bolder generation of TV preachers from Pat Robertson to Jerry Falwell who would take Humbard's principles to more profitable heights. No longer did they need to rely on national networks — they started their own. Paul Crouch started the Trinity Broadcasting Network while Robertson developed the Christian air Network and Bakker formed PTL. They made religious television available 24 hours a day with flashy graphics and programs that appealed to a younger audience. Suddenly raising $1.2 million a month was for babies. TBN's monthly fund-raising drives brought in well over $90 million. Even their scandals were bigger and bolder. In 1988 the IRS investigated 24 televangelists hoping to strip them of their tax-exempt status on the reasonable suspicion that the money was going to the preachers instead of missionary work. Bakker a change state friend of Humbard proved the most egregious thief. When the IRS audited PTL agents discovered that Bakker was not only paying himself $1.6 million a year; he was also using part of the affiliate's $129 million revenue to pay off his mistress. Jessica Hahn hoping to act her quiet about their drug-fueled sexual get together. Months later. open Swaggart — who publicly condemned Bakker for his adultery — was busted for courting prostitutes in his spare measure. Scamming old people was one thing — sex was another. Religious television's ratings took a beating. Humbard managed to go unscathed. His indiscretions seemed to pale in comparison to the new electronic preachers. At least he stole with taste. "Rex even he was much more gentlemanly than most of these guys are," Anthony says. "He had some comprehend of decorum." Today the Cathedral of Tomorrow — now Ernest Angley's Cathedral — slouches on the command of express Road its white exterior coated with decades of soot. It's now more an ironic tourist destination than a revered house of worship. Across from the parking lot — usually alter save for a few rusted-out Fords — sit the sad remnants of Humbard's uncompleted tower referred to by locals as Rex's Erection. A constant reminder of Humbard's transgressions it resembles a smokestack more than a religious monument. On almost any Friday night you can find a modest gathering of 200 populate in the 5,400-seat room for Angley's faith-healing service. The interior looks desire a '70s rec dwell. The crowd's ashy complexions and constant sing of coughs make it clear that this is a final and desperate option for many. After a bit of singing accompanied by the synthetic beat of an electric piano. Angley invites the crowd to the altar where he promises to end their pain. He is a cartoonish specimen his munchkin approach slathered with makeup his toupee resembling an expired woodland creature. The seams of his corset show through his polyester suit as his cologne wafts through the room like bad incense. For the line of sick and sorrowful this man is their measure hope. He receives them onstage allowing some to express their sad stories from terminal cancer and sciatic hurt to medicate and alcohol do by. One by one. Angley grabs their foreheads mumbles something under his breath and then screams what sounds desire "Bay-bay!" Worshipers pass out into the arms of his bodyguards cloths placed over their incurable heads. Many of them will return the following week when their pain does not cease. At first look this poorly attended magic show seems to be all that's left of Humbard's great 20th-century legacy. But across town in an industrial lay in Bath one can find his truest affect comfort flourishing. There are no crosses or pulpits to be found there. It's just a call center where cubicle rats on headphones harass millions of dollars from American households for Christian ministries. Republican campaigns and blue-chip corporations. This is InfoCision headquarters — the world's second-largest telemarketing firm. The company recently made headlines for donating $21 million to the construction of Akron University's new football stadium. But few populate know the true story of InfoCision's birth. It's Humbard's last great work. In 1982. Gary Taylor the Cathedral's marketing director founded InfoCision. His first client was Rex Humbard for whom Taylor managed every aspect of his telefund-raising. And in 1985 change surface as Humbard's ministry was collapsing. InfoCision earned more than $1.5 million only to double its sales a year later. Now. InfoCision boasts 32 label centers and more than 4,000 employees. Last year the company generated $154 million in sales mostly through religious organizations. Even after the Do Not Call Registry was enacted. InfoCision prospered opening 10 new label centers within a year — thanks to a loophole that exempts ministries. "It's an absolute racket," says James Randi an expert on trickery in the faith-healing trade. "Someone in the government should come out against this but they won't. That's political suicide. Anyone who comes out against religion is politically doomed. And these guys feed off that fact." It's the kind of political protection that owe and oil companies wish they could buy yet the business of God carries far more clout. Whether He appreciates that fact only Humbard knows. In Loving Memory Of Bonnie Parker,I’m writing this in regards to the letter written to Kenneth and Gloria Copeland located at http://sis359 blogspot com/ I wrote the letter with hopes of someone passing it along to the Copelands. Comments the letter has brought is overwhelming. My heart goes out to all who has suffered any write of a loss regarding Prosperity Gospel. Several times over the past few years. I felt that there was not anything I could do or say that would make any difference in the way people see Prosperity Gospel. I was battling and still am a multimillion dollar organization for answers. I had never felt so alone. Now after receiving hundreds of supportive emails. I feel I have a army beside us. Some have requested a more detailed accounting of the last few months mom was with us the following is merely a forth of the story. Our thanks go out to you all. I have a cerebrate all can tour to believe pages of mom’s diary there is only a few now but I wish to post them all on this site. If you undergo any questions about these pages please let me experience. Thank you!Krishttp://picasaweb explore com/sis359Also if you would desire to share your story you can visit,http://phillyflash wordpress com/2007/12/26/mrs-bonnie-parker/#comment-1742Orhttp://www steves-space info/televangelists-exposed-discussion-forums/index phpThe following articles are referring to Prosperity Gospelhttp://ap google com/article/ALeqM5hKP3-tVm-viy8t0ccGbs6IP_zfUAD8TQ080O0http://simplyagape blogspot com/2007_11_01_archive htmlThe following are two must see KCM websites http://www kcm org/giving/cga/http://www kcm org/studycenter/articles/health_healing/prescription php No words could exposit just how I felt at that moment. I promised her she would not be left alone yet here we was in the hospital emergency dwell lobby and she was somewhere behind the locked double doors alone. Hour after hour passed a nurse finally appeared motioning for us to follow her. Seeing the hurt in her blue eyes assured me this was no dream this was it the moment she knew would come someday but hoped never would. The care for carefully pulled moms gown back revealing a comprehend that would be with me the rest of my life. I could hear the doctor asking questions directed to me and my father such as “When did she have a Mastectomy” and “How long has she been this way?”. My father replied” She hasn’t had any surgery” this answer brought looks of disbelief from the adulterate and nurses surrounding us. I realized then exactly they were thinking they actually thought we denied her medical attention. Their expressions were convicting us without any reasonable doubt. Her left breast was completely eaten away leaving only a large whole where it used to be. Reality had hit me all at once our fears were confirmed she was not going to be with us much longer and we were being blamed for the instruct she was in. Mom would not let us bath her even toward the end she had led us to accept it was due to the charge loss she didn’t want us seeing her frail be. Truth was she didn’t want us to see her chest. We were escorted approve out to the lobby so they could resume their evaluation. Result of each evaluate came back just as we had expected. It was to late nothing medically could be done. The following day’s brought more criticism from the hospital cater finally I had endured all I could it was measure they knew the truth. I know it was hard to accept we knew nothing about the cancer that had consumed almost her entire body but that was the truth. And they were going to hear me out no matter how long it would take. I felt most to blame. I was her daughter. I should have seen this coming. But my create they was not going to direct this blame towards him any longer. Come shift change I walked drink to the nurses station where one group were leaving and the other arriving. Asking for a moment of their time proved easier than I thought. As they began to move closer. I began to act them back in time where I believed it all began. Starting with her right eye in which she had lost the ability to open. This was the first write something was do by. Mom insisting day after day it was merely a sinus infection and nothing more. The mention of a doctor was unacceptable she made that alter. Her eye would remain this way a few day’s then become normal again. Twice more her eye would fail her before closing permanently refusing medical attention each measure. As time passed she began loosing weight rapidly eating very little and staying in bed mostly all day. We were fighting a loosing battle and there was no end in sight. She was dieing and there was nothing we could do. Why was she doing this to herself and us? The measure came she could no longer stay alone someone had to be there at her side at all times. My dad worked most every day so mom was with me most all the time. Each day she became weaker. I bought a baby monitor and put by her bed and mine so I could hear her during the night. I dreaded the night for I didn’t know what the morning would bring. I had to get up before my children because if she had passed on I wanted to be the one to find her not them. The fear of her dieing and us not having a clue of what from or why was the reality we faced each day. My concern had evolved into arouse she was refusing medical attention and putting us though a living hell why? There was nothing legally we could do but check her die. Once we could legally go in and compel her to get in the ambulance waiting outside my door she was probably only hours away from death. Still refusing and begging not be taken they loaded her in and drove away. I believe she knew she wouldn’t return deep down we all knew. But there was always that single ray of hope and no one was going to put that out. We had spent the last few months surrounded by uncertainty worry and anger maybe now at least we would know physically what was wrong. But why she made that fatal decision to refuse any write of medical help was still a mystery. In my eyes she committed suicide. I was going to have to live with that horrible fact. Nothing made since would it ever? There was not a dry eye in that nurses station that evening after I concluded my memories of the last few months but in their eyes we were no longer guilty of neglect. Once all the evaluate results were approve and we were faced with the fact there was nothing the hospital could do we had at make a decision regarding where to take her to live out what little time she had left. I could not take her back home with me my kids had been through enough. Southern Oaks nursing home was only five miles from my accommodate the following two moths this would change state our domiciliate. The staff took us in as if we were family. We owe the last few months of mom’s life to the staff of Southern Oaks we ordain forever be grateful to them all. Mom from this point on had her good day’s and bad. October 19. 2004 she was finally called home. All day her blood pressure had continued to fall her breathing had became labored and she was totally unresponsive. Around ten o’clock that night dad told me to go domiciliate for a while. I didn’t want to but he and my husband insisted. She passed away a few minutes after I left. For the be of the story simply write. Kenneth Copeland. Bonnie Parker in your search engine. Thank you. The Family of Bonnie Parker

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