The Heap

These false teachers, with their perfectly coifed hairdos, their bleached white teeth, their daisy-sweet manicures, and their primrose pedicures could never compete alongside the roaring voice of a John the Baptist or the weeping cry of a Jeremiah. No! They must tiptoe up to the lectern to primly pronounce their pitiful prognostications in a bleating-whinny voice. There is very little sweat and no passion. Only an oily deception dripping with rancorous sugary prose. Danger! Watch out! Place your hand over your wallet, for this is the goal of their smooth words – your wallet and your soul are in grave danger.