PCG: As "Field Mice" It Is Your Duty To Pay And Pray

Picture it: wide-eyed, wallet-open members gazing upward in reverent awe at their ministry—those anointed vessels of divine wisdom, those celestial middle managers hand-picked by God Himself to micromanage every last thought, skirt length, car color, dress shirt color, and tithe check. The very idea that these luminous beings might not, in return, regard the average tithing serf with even a modicum of respect? Why, that’s practically heresy. Almost as heretical as suggesting the ministers were ever meant to—gasp—serve the congregation instead of the other way around. How quaint. How adorably naïve. How very 1st-century of anyone to still believe that servant-leader nonsense after all these decades of glorious top-down lordship.

For generations, the flock has been showered with the most affectionate pet names straight from the pastoral heart: spiritual babies (aww, they’re still on milk!), weak, sheeple (because actual sheep have more backbone), gullible, naive, rebellious (the cardinal sin), Jezebels (because nothing says “godly discernment” like slapping that label on any woman who dares have an opinion), bitter, stupid, dumb as rocks, Laodicean (the nuclear option), and my personal favorite—“unconverted.” Truly, the vocabulary of love knows no bounds.

And then—cue the heavenly choir and a spotlight brighter than the one on a Feast of Tabernacles stage—enter the Philadelphia Church of God, the glittering crown jewel of administrative compassion. In their breathtakingly brief but extraordinarily malevolent history, they have never once wasted a single calorie holding any member in anything approaching high esteem. Why bother when you can instead lovingly bury them under an ever-expanding avalanche of godly government rules so intricate, so soul-crushingly petty, so marvelously life-destroying that the average member probably needs a flow chart just to figure out when they’re allowed to speak to their own children again?

The fruits of this enlightened leadership? Shattered families, messy divorces, heart-wrenching estrangements, and, tragically, suicides—all in the name of "God's government," of course.

How utterly Christ-like. 

How perfectly Philadelphian. 

The Exit & Support Network has been kind enough to keep the receipts—decades of testimonies, shattered lives, and polite little horror stories that read like dystopian fan fiction except they’re real and someone’s still tithing to keep the machine humming.

So here’s to the ministry: forever preaching servanthood while practicing Pharaoh cosplay, forever demanding blind loyalty while dispensing contempt like it’s the new Passover wine, forever promising God’s blessings right up until the moment the ambulance leaves with the lights on.

Truly, if sarcasm were a spiritual gift, these groups would have the full nine yards and then some. 

What a ministry. 

What a legacy. 

What a masterclass in “do as I say, not as I do.” 

Brava. 

Encore. 

Pass the offering plate.

E&S had this up:

PCG Ministers Call Members “Field Mice”:
January 24, 2026 

 

Some time back when I was still in the Philadelphia Church of God. I attended a family event at the PCG compound in Edmond OK. 

 

I went into the men’s room and while there I noticed an older man cleaning the room. I told him he was doing a great job because it was so clean. We talked a bit. It seems he was a member of the PCG HQ congregation and he was glad to see so many non HQ members at the event. 

 

He told me that HQ staff and ministers called members from outside HQ “field mice” and that it was the job of the “field mice” to “pay and pray.” He didn’t like that sentiment and thought the term derogatory. He told me that he was thankful for us because without us “field mice” he would not have a job. 

 

I think if you ask any member of the PCG outside of HQ they will tell you that they are thought of as “field mice” and they can see the difference in how they are treated by HQ staff and ministers. –Former member of PCG [name withheld]

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PCG: Telling Members Who Want To Move To Edmond, OK They Do Not Project The Right image

Picture this, you weary veteran of the Churches of God clown car: if you've managed to endure more than a single soul-crushing Sabbath service without bolting for the exits, you've already decoded the divine algorithm. Slap on a supermodel grin, wave around a wallet thicker than the Book of Leviticus, and voilà—you're not just saved, you're fast-tracked to holy hotshot. 

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

Restored Church of God Members Are Already Godlike

Imagine belonging to a church that proudly proclaims its members possess godlike qualities—that they actually resemble God Himself—yet the very God they claim to follow apparently isn't sharp enough to clue their infallible leader, Dave Pack, in on the correct date for Christ's return to Wadsworth. Seriously, how divine must that deity be if He keeps fumbling the biggest announcement in cosmic history, week after week, year after year?

Is that really the kind of God you aspire to emulate? The one whose "image" includes getting the return date wrong so many times it's practically a hobby? I'd take a stadium packed with ordinary Christians—hands raised, hearts humbly aware they've never quite measured up, yet utterly confident in the grace and mercy that's been lavished on them anyway—over a smug little enclave of self-righteous, pompous pseudo-saints in Wadsworth any day. The ones who keep spinning fresh lies to their followers, sermon after sermon, failure after failure, all while preening about how superior and godlike they are.

Now, be honest: which group actually looks more like the real God— the humble, grace-dependent crowd, or the perpetually wrong, endlessly self-congratulating one?

We Are God-like - Carl Houk (The Restored Church of God) Carl Houk is a minister under David C. Pack of The Restored Church of God. This was a sermon titled "Becoming "Profit-able" Servants" given on September 27, 2025. He claims the world is full of ungodly people following a false Jesus while they (members of The Restored Church of God) are God-like and resemble God and have the qualities of God. David C. Pack and his enablers teach firmly that they are God's chosen ones. Anyone outside of this church, therefore, is following Satan and is ungodly.

@exRestoredCOG