Has it ever occurred to anyone that the house may have REALLY been given to him. I had a 12 Unit Condo complex that I did not have to make payments for as it was a Gift from God. So I don't know why that is such an issue. Where is it written that pastors have to drive a "hoopty" and lead a broken church. If you are looking for perfection, your looking at the wrong people. There is only ONE who was perfect and he died in our place for all our sins. So why not let God be the judge of Steve Furtick and any other pastor. They do have a lot on their plate. But that is okay, because if God be for us, or Steve Furtick, then who can be against us, and your words would just give credence to "The Chatterbox".
I’m reading Crash the Chatterbox by @StevenFurtick! (some thoughts about the introduction)
So, I’ve started reading Steven Furtick’s Crash the Chatterbox. You’re shocked, right? Me, reading a book by Steven Furtick? I know, what the Fu***ck… but it’s true. Heck, I even paid real money for it. #TrueStory
Here are my thoughts and a synopsis of this book’s introduction.
Apparently, there’s a war happening inside Steven Furtick’s head. And also his heart. It’s been going on for years, longer than the war in Afghanistan. In fact, according to Furtick, his head-and-heart war is never ending, a constant battle that he wages every single day of his life, even on weekends and holidays. “I wake up every day to the crow of the chatterbox,” he writes in the introduction of Crash the Chatterbox.
Then, Furtick offers us a real-time glimpse of the so-called clash happening inside his head/heart:
The thoughts are flying so fast now that I can’t keep track, much less sort them out and put them where they belong. Thinking about these thoughts at all only seems to feed them. That’s why they keep overpowering me, because I keep feeding them. I know this, but it never stops me from doing it. Not this time, not ten years ago, and it won’t be any different ten years from now, I’m beginning to believe. This is so stupid. I’m being so stupid. It’s only a light bulb. A burned-out light bulb has turned into a mini-midmorning meltdown in my mind, and I can’t find the switch to shut it off. The meltdown, I mean, not the light bulb.
As the pastor of Elevation Church in North Carolina (6000 members!) jumps into the shower, the war regarding the burned-out light bulb intensifies:
I noticed, for the third time, that the middle bulb was out over the sink on the other side of the bathroom. Now that I’m in the shower, stranded, phoneless, how am I going to put in Evernote that the light bulb is out? With my pathetic attention span, what are the chances I’ll remember to replace the light bulb after I get out? I definitely don’t have time to change the light bulb— I’m already going to be ten minutes late for this meeting. If there’s no traffic...
Are you hooked by the drama? The bloodshed? The possible loss of life? There’s a light bulb out in Steven Furtick’s bathroom, y’all.
…I’m always running late for meetings. I’m a late person. It’s because I hit the snooze button three times every morning, because I’m spiritually apathetic. Pastor Mickey used to get up at 5 a.m. and spend two hours with God, and he said, “He who runs from God in the morning will scarce find Him throughout the day.” They should put that on a Starbucks cup too. Either way, God is gone for the day, and it’s not even 9 a.m. And now I’m running twelve minutes late, and the light bulb is still out. I’m screwed.
This is getting good. I mean, seriously, Pastor Furtick is in the shower losing his shit over a burned-out light bulb. That’s compelling stuff. I wonder what’s going to happen next…
And who am I kidding? Even if I had time to change the light bulb, yeah, right, like I have a clue where Holly keeps them. Now that’s really pathetic. What would people think if they found out about that one: the woman changes all the light bulbs around that house! What kind of example am I setting for my kids? Did I even pray with the kids last night? the night before that? Dunno. But I did Instagram that sunset shot with the kids at the creek last Friday. So there’s that.
Then, Furtick writes, “Cock-a-doodle-do.”
You’re probably thinking, COCK-A-DOODLE-DO?! No, there’s no rooster in the shower with Furtick. The sound of the cock crowing, Furtick says, is the chatterbox informing him that he’s now 14 minutes late. And furthermore, the rooster that isn’t there also informs him that he sucks as a person.
I’m feeding the machine, and it’s eating me alive. And the chatter will continue to race through my mind until I decide to downshift and put things back in perspective: Calm down, Furtick. It’s. Just. A. Light bulb.
Don’t you sort of want to hit him? I mean, I haven’t hit anybody intentionally since the eighth grade. That’s when I punched a kid named Michael in the gut for spitting on a seventh-grader named Angela. Still, I do sort of want to punch Furtick. Maybe it’s because I’m imagining his anguish about the light bulb happening in his $1.7 million dollar mansion, a 16,000 square-foot home he says was a “gift from God.” I’m sure he’s telling the truth about not knowing where the light bulbs are located. Hell, in a house that size, he’d likely doesn’t know where Holly and the kids are, either.
But the size of his house is not the only reason this story bugs me. It’s also the story itself. Furtick’s light bulb tragedy is a prime example of rich white pastor problems. And sadly, I struggle to even believe this story is true. Sure, there was likely an out light bulb. In a 16,000 square foot house, there’s always a burned out light bulb! My house is 1/8th the size of Furtick’s and there’s at least four burned out light bulbs that need changing. The part I don’t believe is the mental drama Furtick forces here, the “I’m screwed,” “I suck,” and “Did I pray with my kids last night?” self-talk b.s. I don’t buy it. Could it be true? Sure. But how it’s written makes it hard to believe…
While Furtick’s light bulb tragedy is over, the pastor says the war will begin again shortly. He writes: “So much doubt, panic, raw impulse, and bogus conjecture stream through my mind.” He compares his soul to that of a Twitter feed (<-he’s so relevant). Despite the fact that, on real Twitter he only follows 334 people, his soul follows a ton of people on Twitter. He writes: “I’m following a million of the most annoying people ever, and I can’t find the Unfollow button.”
But God is faithful to speak too...
Furtick spends a few pages reminding us of all the ways that God speaks. According to Furtick, God made him AWESOME! He writes: “He has perfectly designed me and totally enabled me for everything He’s called me to do.” And God reminds Furtick that he’s AWESOME all the time. How? Well, like this…
Sometimes He’ll do that through a simple picture, song, text, or conversation that rings with affirmation for days.
And sometimes God will speak directly to Furtick. Once, as the plane he was on started to land at his home’s airport, God spoke to him.
God said to Furtick: This is your city. I’ve called you here to pour out your life for My cause. Be confident, because everywhere you set your foot belongs to Me, and you belong to Me, and together we’re going to take this city for My glory.
Then, God said: And I’m going to get you a big ass house, too. You’re gonna own one of the biggest privately owned mansions in all of North Carolina, Steven! It’s gonna be “Sweeeeeeet!”
Disclaimer: Just to be clear, that last paragraph is not in the book. That was me putting words in God’s mouth.
And then, regarding what God told him, Furtick writes, “I’m sure my translation of this conversation isn’t word perfect, because you know how tricky cross-cultural communication with God can be.” So true! Especially when Steven Furtick is doing the translating.
And then Furtick asks his readers some questions:
Is it possible to be the kind of person who can be distracted to the point of utter despair by a blown light bulb and still hear God calling you to do great things as you stare down at your city through a sunset?
That question is rhetorical.
Can God’s voice coexist with maniacal chatter— within the same person?
Mmm… morsels of humanism.
And how can I silence the voice of the enemy when the enemy is in me?
**Cough** Buddhism. **Cough**
According to Furtick, God has gifted us with the ability to make choices! Which is something Furtick didn’t realize until recently. Which changed everything!
Everything changed when I began to realize God has given us the ability to choose the dialogue we believe and respond to. And once we learn how, we can switch from lies to truth as deliberately as we can choose the Beatles over Miley Cyrus on satellite radio… Winning the war of words inside your soul means learning to defy your inner critic.
Wait a minute. This is starting to sound like Joyce Meyer’s Battlefield of the Mind or William Backus’s and Marie Chapian’s Telling Yourself the Truth or one of the plethora of other books about “self talk.”
Furtick says that often “we feel powerless to crash the chatterbox.”
But never fear! Because DING! DING! DING! Furtick isn’t powerless! He knows exactly how to crash the chatterbox! In fact, by crashing his chatterbox, he learned that he wasn’t really screwed and that he doesn’t really suck. He says that all of us need to learn how to crash our Furticking chatterboxes. Because crashing his has made him feel much better. Much less guilty. And he no longer cares about the burned out light bulb.
And he closes his introduction by telling us that he’s going to teach us how to crash our chatterboxes, too.
END NOTE: Furtick, Steven (2014-02-11). Crash the Chatterbox: Hearing God’s Voice Above All Others (Kindle Locations 213-215). The Doubleday Religious Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
The conversation sounds exactly like my bipolar clients I work with everyday. Manic episodes are horrible, no doubt. I don't want to hit him I want to send him my bills. He is crashing mentally over a lightbulb while I sit and try to figure out how I will pay this month's bills AND buy groceries?! Amazing.
Hey preacher, buy LED bulbs. They last for decades. I get a certain radar reading from him so I will be very interested to see where this guy goes. I would also remind him of Matthew 25:31-46. THAT should cause him a total panic attack and maybe, just maybe, a critical look at the failure of the accumulation gospel to save any of it's "pastors" from a spectacular fall. Maybe it's just my understanding that Jesus said you cannot be rich and go to heaven. I don't think that's about just money, it's about the prosperity gospel and the belief that it's God's will you accumulate 100 times more than you need while others are hungry and suffering.
Shame on you, in my book you are still listening to the wrong voice.
Thanks Matthew for showing us excerpts --please keep it up as I'd like to hear more of this spine-tingling thriller. I can't see how you could put it down and write your blog. :)
Lol. Priceless. Did you get past the introduction?!
Deeply troubling that so many are blindly involved in these personality cults.
Pure 100% salesman. Very little difference from the people I sold life insurance with. He's all over the map; and not sure if this makes sense, but he has *too* many answers. But that is just my own gut feeling.
And whether he learned how to correct thinking errors in therapy, or from Divine Visitation, only he and his analyst will ever really know. ;)
If only I had been that good at sales. What a house.
I lost it at: "Then, God said: And I’m going to get you a big ass house, too. You’re gonna own one of the biggest privately owned mansions in all of North Carolina, Steven! It’s gonna be “Sweeeeeeet!”
Well done sir, well done.
Pastors are not perfect. I believe it's okay for a pastor to become vulnerable to the world to let folks know that they struggle to with insecurities and OCD. All pastors and leaders should have therapists or life coaches. They need outlets too. I don't see too many people carrying the weight of 1000s of people to reach 1000s more. Don't waste your time attacking folks. It says a lot about your character. If you had three best selling books, you could but a nice home too. And there are far more wealthier people in Charlotte and across the US who do all kinds of unspeakable acts who have larger homes. But they don't get attacked. They get celebrated by the media or promoted to political office. If Pastor Steven is a fake, then let God be his judge. No one knows a person's heart but God. However, I definitely can relate to the chatter. I think we all can. Furtick had enough courage to out a snippet of his out there. I applaud him for that.
Why is it that this one guy has drawn so much negative press when plenty of other pastors who've written more successful books have had no such issues?
Hit him, no. I want to cry for him, that he's been told, like so many of us, that a neurological difference or possible psychiatric disorder is a spiritual failure.
I want to advise him to step down from his pulpit, seek therapy, and stop pushing this toxic nonsense on his congregation.
You, I want to hit.
Whoa. This is truly gagworthy. I didn't know Furtick had written a book, and wouldn't have read it anyway, but ... yuck. I hope the members of his church read this. They should at least know what they're supporting.
The exact quote from his book reads, "My
soul sometimes feels like a twitter feed where I'm following a million
of the most annoying people ever and I can't find the Unfollow button". ~
Steven Furtick from Crash the Chatterbox. Big difference from what you say in your post MPT. ;-)
God told him to pour himself out for his city, and he's interpreted that as, "Build a mega-mansion." That pretty much sums it up.
Must be exhausting to be Furtick...let alone READ Furtick. I feel for you Matthew - thanks for taking one for the team!
@khv Me too!
@bethgsanders Well, to be fair, *he* probably didn't write it either...
@JenWeirHarvey Nope, I don't really see much of a difference, actually.