God numbers every hair on your head (Matt 10:30). That much is agreed upon by all Christian denominations. But Pentecostals have a unique belief about those hairs on your head: we believe that God has some special instructions for them. Specifically, we believe that God asks males have a short, decent haircut; for the females, we teach that they not cut or shorten their hair in any way.
This seems like an odd statement: that The LORD of all creation cares about your hair length. But in this blog, I'm going to tackle what The Bible says on this most interesting subject.
How long is long?
There is a fascinating passage in the New Testament about hair. It is found in the letters of The Apostle Paul. If you did not grow up in the Pentecostal church, you may have never heard this preached or expounded.
"Every man praying or prophesying, having his head covered, dishonoureth his head. But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoureth her head: for that is…
Hello dear reader. Today I have some disturbing news. In the ranks of the Pentecostal Church, we have an epidemic of mentally askew individuals.
I know that as I type these words, you are already thinking of a long list of people you’ve met in church whom you believe are not “all there” (believe me, I have encountered many like that as well), but I’m not talking about those people. I’m not talking about the strange, the different, or the troubled.
I’m talking about seemingly normal men and women. Brothers and Sisters who take part in the worship service just like everyone else. Men and women of God who are LEADERS in the church. Musicians, teachers, committee members, etc. Everyone from the greeters at the door to the song leaders on the platform. Some of them are even preachers in the pulpit.
The disorder many of them carry is quite dangerous, and could harm anyone who is in contact with them for a long enough period.
What is it exactly they have? Bluntly, many of these people are PSYCHO…
I thank God for the Pastors and Elders that He's placed in my life. Below is a true story about my very first pastor, Bishop Don Johnson at Grey Road Church in Memphis, TN.
It was 2003, and I was 19 years old. Every Sunday night before evening worship started at 6:00, a small group of men would meet at 4:00 for the following purpose: studying and discussing The Word of God. Most of the minsters of the church attended, including the Pastor himself.
The format of our Men's Bible Study was simple: each week, a different man was asked to present scriptures that God had laid on his heart. He would take 5-10 minutes, and then we would discuss; the meeting would usually last until 5:00.
This week was my turn. I cannot recall what I presented that afternoon, but what I distinctly remember is the aftermath. When we dismissed and headed down to get ready for night service, Bishop Johnson motioned me over and asked a question:
"Brother Joel, would you like to take part in the ministry?&…