And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
— Jesus, Matthew 19:24, King James Version
No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money.
— Jesus, Matthew 6:24, New International Version
Time for lust, time for lie
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green, Heaven you will meet
Make a contribution and you'll get the better seat
Bow to Leper Messiah!
Time to kiss your life goodbye
Send me money, send me green, Heaven you will meet
Make a contribution and you'll get the better seat
Bow to Leper Messiah!
— Metallica, "Leper Messiah"
He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account
All from those chumps who was born again
Oh yeah, oh yeah
He's got seven limousines and a private plane
All for the use of his special friends
Oh yeah, oh yeah
All from those chumps who was born again
Oh yeah, oh yeah
He's got seven limousines and a private plane
All for the use of his special friends
Oh yeah, oh yeah
— Frank Zappa, "Heavenly Bank Account"
Believe in me and send no money
I died on the cross, that ain't funny
But my so-called friends they're making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear, don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your soul by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
I died on the cross, that ain't funny
But my so-called friends they're making me a joke
They missed out what I said like I never spoke
They choose what they wanna hear, don't tell a lie
They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die
Saving your soul by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
— Iron Maiden, "Holy Smoke"
Life is going to expire
And your soul will burn in fire
You will perish in the thunder
Unless you call my hotline number!
God has asked you to make me rich
Me and my fat whack gaudy bitch
On your TVs late at night
Send those checks and I'll guide you to the light!
And your soul will burn in fire
You will perish in the thunder
Unless you call my hotline number!
God has asked you to make me rich
Me and my fat whack gaudy bitch
On your TVs late at night
Send those checks and I'll guide you to the light!
— Insane Clown Posse, "Hellalujah"
He had found the perfect TV mix, on Marvin's Hour of Power ('The show that put the FUN back into Fundamentalist!'). Four three-minute songs from the LP, twenty minutes of Hellfire, and five minutes of healing people. The remaining twenty-three minutes was spent alternately cajoling, pleading, threatening, begging, and occasionally simply asking for money.
Please Lord, this boy needs Jesus
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital
Heal this child, help us destroy these demons
Oh, and please send me a brand new car
And a prostitute while my wife’s sick in the hospital
— Eminem, "Criminal"
Bart: Let's do the fold-in.
Milhouse: Okay.
Bart: "What higher power do TV evangelists worship?" I'll say God.
Milhouse: I'll say Jesus.
[Bart folds the image, revealing a dollar symbol in the picture, and "The All Mighty Dollar" as the caption]
Milhouse: Okay.
Bart: "What higher power do TV evangelists worship?" I'll say God.
Milhouse: I'll say Jesus.
[Bart folds the image, revealing a dollar symbol in the picture, and "The All Mighty Dollar" as the caption]
Woke up this morning, turned on my TV set
There in living color was something I can't forget
This man was preaching at me, yeah, laying on the charm
Asking me for twenty, with ten thousand on his arm
He wore designer clothing, and a big smile on his face
Selling me salvation while they sang "Amazing Grace"
Asking me for money, when he had all the signs of wealth
I almost wrote a check out, yeah, but then I asked myself
Would He wear a pinky ring, would He drive a fancy car?
Would His wife wear furs and diamonds, would His dressing room have a star?
If He came back tomorrow, there's something I'd like to know
Can you tell me, would Jesus wear a Rolex on His television show?
There in living color was something I can't forget
This man was preaching at me, yeah, laying on the charm
Asking me for twenty, with ten thousand on his arm
He wore designer clothing, and a big smile on his face
Selling me salvation while they sang "Amazing Grace"
Asking me for money, when he had all the signs of wealth
I almost wrote a check out, yeah, but then I asked myself
Would He wear a pinky ring, would He drive a fancy car?
Would His wife wear furs and diamonds, would His dressing room have a star?
If He came back tomorrow, there's something I'd like to know
Can you tell me, would Jesus wear a Rolex on His television show?
— Ray Stevens, "Would Jesus Wear a Rolex?"
"I, Yashiro Fujiwara, know that most televangelists now don't care about their faith. They care about their fortune."
— Yashiro Fujiwara, Danganronpa: Paradise Lost
