Minister title? Yours for the taking. Local elder throne? Reserved. And if your genealogy app pings "Premium British Israelite Edition"? Jackpot, baby. The rest of you plebs? Barely footnotes in God's guest list. Second-string scrubs at best, or—my personal favorite—fodder for the preacher's lazy roast sessions, because nothing screams "Christian charity" like publicly dunking on someone's "inferior" heritage from the safety of a pulpit.
Now, when the mother church finally kamikaze'd into a flaming dumpster fire of embezzlement, abuse cover-ups, doctrinal flip-flops, and enough legal bills to bankrupt a small deity—you'd assume the splinter-group saviors would emerge from the rubble, dust off their halos, and mutter, "Gee, perhaps we shouldn't perpetuate Herbert's beauty pageant-slash-caste system that's been alienating the faithful since forever." Oh, how quaintly optimistic. No, no, no—these gems were apparently timeless treasures. Herbert didn't just tolerate them; he probably high-fived the angels over them. Flawless. Inspired. Straight from the Mount Sinai remix album.
And that's how we wind up, with all the inevitability of a bad sequel, at the crowning glory that is the Philadelphia Church of God—still peddling the same elitist drivel like it's fresh manna. Gatekeeping grace by jawline symmetry, your weight, auditing your ancestry like it's a tax return, and feigning shock when the "lesser" folks don't stick around for the privilege of being sidelined. Still convinced their rigged hierarchy is "God's perfect plan," even as it crumbles under the weight of its own absurdity. The bar isn't just low; they've jackhammered through the earth's crust and are mining sarcasm in the mantle.
Truly a testament to spiritual stagnation. The more it reeks of the past, the more these luminaries insist it's progress. Keep polishing that tarnished legacy, champs. It's not a cult of personality—oh wait, yes it is. Bless your deluded little souls, every last one.
The following letter was up on Exit and Support Network, and it should come as no surprise to see Cal Culpepper and Wayne Turgeon's names being used as the abusers.:
Told They Weren’t HQ Material and Didn’t Fit the Image of the PCG:
January 27, 2026
During the F.O.T. in Tucson I met a lady from Washington state. She told me she wanted to move near HQ in Edmond OK. Her job was willing to let her transfer and when she talked to her local minister about the move, he said it would be alright with him if she could get permission for the move from the HQ minister who was Wayne Turgeon.
When she asked Turgeon for permission for the move, he told her that she “did not meet the image the church was trying to project.” She was a very heavy lady and she thought it was because of her weight. What else could it have been?
Then the other day I was talking to a former member that had been put out of the PCG some years ago. She had attended the Cinci-Dayton congregation and also wanted to move to Edmond. She was a school teacher and thought she might be considered as a teacher for the PCG’s school. The minister she had to talk to Cal Culpepper.
Culpepper told her that she “was not headquarters material” and he would not approve the move. This was told to her over the phone while she was driving and she had it on speaker where 2 other members heard it.
Seems like PCG is all about projecting an image. To who? The local community? The audience at Armstrong Auditorium events? –Former member of PCG
1 comment:
I know BOTH ladies mentioned in the letter. They told me the same thing. The first lady broke down crying when Turgen told her that. You should post the Exit Support letter about the "Field Mice".
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