I've come to totally agree that only God can judge this man. We have no business doing so. However, I ran across this story that I would like to share with you all. It's just something to think about.
"The CIRCUIT RIDER vs. The TELEVANGELIST"
-by Michael Edds
In my continued research on the "old wells of revival" I have
discovered some incredibly contrasting bits of information. One
of the top televangelists in the nation was recently invited to preach
in Baltimore, Maryland. His terms for coming were #1. That he
must be picked up by a limousine at the airport, #2. that he must
have $1,000 spending money, #3. That he must be guaranteed at
least $10,000 in offerings. This same televangelist/ pastor lives
in a multi million dollar mansion, eats in the finest restaurants
and wears the most expensive tailor-made suits. His writings
and speaking engagements have garnered millions of dollars.
He brags that he is a role model of the prosperity message of
our day. He pastors a mega church, appears on national and
international television, has authored many books and draws
tens of thousands to hear him. To his credit, he is a powerful,
commanding speaker. However, please contrast this to the
following life and ministry of the great circuit rider, Francis
Asbury in the late 1700s and early 1800s.
While still in his 20's, Bishop Francis Asbury left his home and
family forever in England to come to a wilderness called America.
He came to be a traveling preacher/evangelist in a nation with
little infrastructure such as roads, decent housing, few hotels
and restaurants, poor sanitation and dangerous drinking water,
few medical professionals and limited law enforcement. The
nation had recently plunged into a violent war of independence
against Asbury's native land of England. The American frontier
was also ablaze with war between the colonist and Native
Americans tribes.
Asbury was not greeted upon his arrival by a limo. He had to
purchase a horse on which he traveled 6,000 a year for over 40
years. His financial reward was $60 a year, much of which he
gave away or sent back to England to help his parents. He wore
hand-me-downs not tailor made suits. He had no retirement, no
insurance, no dental plan, and no 401 k. He set no fee for his
ministry.
What he did receive, he often gave away. He traveled on "roads"
on which his horse sank many times knee-deep in mud. If a
road did not exist, he would lead his horse over the steep, rocky
inclines of the Appalachians to reach a pioneer community.
Many times, his feet and legs were bloodied and bruised by the
horrific journey. When he came to a river where there was no
bridge or ferry, he would swim his horse across. Numerous times
he was nearly drowned by an angry, swollen stream. His "hotel"
on many occasions was on a dirt floor in an overcrowded, rat-
infested frontier cabin. Often times he slept in the woods, on a
mountain ledge or in a damp cave. Many days he would travel
over 60 miles with nothing to eat. The paths and roads he traveled
were full of dangers from murderers, thieves, wolves, bears,
poisonous snakes and roaming bands of Native Americans with
whom the frontiersmen were at war. If he met someone who
needed a cloak, food or money, he would take what he had and
give it to the person in need. Asbury sought out the forgotten,
hidden places of early America. He traveled from New England,
to the Midwest, and to the Deep South spreading the Gospel of
Christ. When he would meet a person who was ill, he would
minister to their physical needs with the last medication he had.
He demanded nothing of others in order to come into a community.
The demands he made were on himself. Frequently, his body
would be racked with pain, illness, fever, hunger and weakness.
His physical being would cry out for rest and nourishment. However,
his spirit ruled his body. When truly unable to travel, he would
mount his horse and ride for 8 hours or more through blinding snow
storms, torrential rain or in oppressive heat.
He too had been invited to Baltimore. In 1816 he was traveling
by buggy through Virginia headed to the annual conference in
Baltimore. However, he was dying. His last sermon was
preached in Richmond. He had to be carried into the meeting
room. He commented, "I am too weak to walk but not to preach."
They sat him on a small table and he ministered the Word for the
last time. He made it as far as Spottsylvania twenty miles north
of Richmond. He body was rapidly failing. He stopped at a friend's
house on Saturday. Shortly before he left this world he was asked,
"Do you feel Jesus precious?" Summoning his last remaining
strength, the great circuit rider raised both hands in victory.
Minutes later he laid his head on a friend's hand and gently slipped
away to be with the Lord. He owned no mansion, no land, and no
bank account. His net worth was what he wore on his body. He
was buried in a borrowed grave plot.
When Asbury came to America, there were few Methodist believers
and fewer preachers. At the end of his ministry, there were over
200,000 Methodist believers and almost 8,000 ministers. He
impacted lives of thousands upon thousands. He changed the very
course of American history. Among his converts were poor farmers,
merchants, Governors of several states, frontiersmen, slaves, Native
Americans, State Supreme Court Justices, attorneys, physicians,
house wives, children, youth and people from all walks of life. He
gave all he had. He sought nothing for himself. His passion was to
bring salvation and the Light of the Gospel to those in darkness of
sin. He loved a nation and made it his own even though he was not
her native son.
Quite a CONTRAST between the CIRCUIT RIDER and the
TELEVANGELIST!
Aren't I the kettle calling the pot black? Excuse me will I go find a rock for me and my smugness to crawl under. 
