Oh, what a profoundly inspirational spectacle it was, all of us glued to our seats in rapt adoration as the magnificent Herbert Armstrong babbled endlessly after his poor wife's oh-so-convenient exit from this mortal coil. Eagerly hanging on every word as he smugly announced that the Almighty Himself had snatched her away, all for the noble purpose of letting Herb hyper-focus on his oh-so-vital "work"? There we were, brilliant as a herd of enlightened lambs, nodding along like this was the pinnacle of divine logic, straight from the heavens. The hilariously overlooked reality? Good ol' Herb couldn't be bothered to greenlight a basic, no-brainer procedure to unclog her bowels and save her life. But wait, there's more genius: he pirouettes like a pro and slaps the blame for her demise—and those stubbornly blocked innards—right onto us, the hapless church peons. The whole congregation was mired in glorious stagnation, rotting away like yesterday's compost, and naturally, it was entirely our brilliant fault. Bravo!
And lo and behold, stepping into the spotlight as the self-crowned kingpin of Herb's laughably majestic empire is none other than Gerald Flurry, yet another delightfully deranged pint-sized despot, eternally overinflating his ego with bombast and fake machismo to distract from his... adorably compact frame. After graciously allowing his first wife to wither and expire sans any real medical intervention, he too trots out the divine alibi: his all-merciful god mercifully bumped her off so he could sharpen his laser-like devotion to "the work." How utterly original!
These paragons of humility and self-sacrifice—bless their narcissistic hearts—each proceeded to lasso in spry young brides, spinning it to the flock as an absolute necessity for propping up their earth-shattering, awe-inducing ministries with some fresh-faced vigor. Then, in a plot twist so predictable it hurts, each dumps his perky partner like yesterday's news and declares with pious flair that singleton status is the only way to truly crush it for the cause. Church of God faithful? Oh, what razor-sharp visionaries we are—veritable geniuses of discernment, or should I say, the fluffiest, most bamboozle-prone flock of dimwitted sheep to ever grace a pasture!
Exit and Support Network has this:
Members Forget What GF Said After His First Wife Died:
November 7, 2025
This letter is in regards to Gerald Flurry’s second wife leaving him.
The PCG is, and always has been, about a man.
However, much like the liberals that they excoriate all the time, PCG members have a short memory. I know because I used to be one.
I can clearly remember when Gerald Flurry said from the pulpit, shortly after his wife, Barbara, died, [September 5, 2004] “Brethren, I believe God took my wife away so that I can focus on the Work.” Likely, none of them remembered that when he took his now-ex, second wife.
You can bet that the PCG is sparing no expense for Flurry’s medical care, likely administered privately at home without much fanfare. Meanwhile, “church” doctrine and counseling for members is to trust God to heal and eschew medical care.
PCG members will have to do some deep reflection when Flurry dies. Their firmly held convictions about Flurry’s role and self-proclaimed offices will all vanish in the wind, just like Stephen Flurry’s high-pitched voice. –Former PCG member [Note by ESN: Read 6-11-20 letter: “Stephen Flurry’s Voice Bombards Your Senses.”]
HWA Likewise Said He Could Focus More on the Work
November 8, 2025
Regarding the previous letter. HWA likewise wrote that he later came to realize that one reason Loma died and was not healed [she died April 15, 1967] was so he “could focus more on the Work.” I wasn’t a member yet but receiving all the co-worker letters, Plain Truth, and other literature. I don’t remember which it was in, but I clearly remember standing in my living room reading those words that Loma didn’t like to fly and he would have to do a lot of flying now because of new radio doors opening up overseas. –[name withheld]
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