I'm pissed. I'm fucking livid.
This is exactly why I blog. This is why.
You know the story, it's been in the news lately. This is about Jamie Coots.
Here's the rundown:
- Snake-handling pastor was bitten by rattlesnake
- Pastor refused treatment
- Pastor died from untreated rattlesnake bite
- Fun fact: more snake-handling next week! Same snake!
So let's get the obvious out of the way:
Why was he playing with deadly snakes?!?!
Well, as a demonstration of faith, of course.
What led to this practice? It's in the bible, of course.
“And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.”
(Mark 16.17-18, KJV)Put simply:
Because of his devout faith, he handled deadly snakes.
Because of his faith, he refused treatment when he was bit.
Because of his faith, he died.
The worst part?
Mark 16:9-20 isn't even in our earliest copies of Mark. It was clearly added later. In the end, he died for nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The thing to note here is that even the deadly venom from the rattlesnake could have been treated. His faith, unfortunately, could not be.
Evidently, faith is more deadly and toxic than rattlesnake venom.
When the hell are we going to wake up.