Mocking The Free Gift Of Grace Poem by Chinedu Dike

The wooden cross is gone,
replaced by glass, steel, and a digital screen
flashing the smiling face of the CEO-prophet
and his impeccably dressed wife.
They do not preach the gospel;
they execute a business plan.
The deed is in their name.
The board is stacked with close relatives and allies.
The lines between holy offerings and private accounts
are permanently blurred.
The church does not own the church.

The biblical model of elders—
meant to foster order, humility, and truth—
has been systematically dismantled.
In its place stands a corporate dictatorship,
where the pursuit of fame and fortune
distorts the New Testament message,
turning seekers into consumers of a lie,
and God's house into a spiritual Ponzi scheme.

'Sow your seed! ' they shout,
brandishing tithing verses like clubs.
Millions of believers—especially across the Third World—
test the formula year after year.
They give for health, jobs, and miracles.
They default on bank loans,
they skip meals,
they watch their valuables get auctioned off.
The harvest never arrives for the flock.
The only people prospering
are the ones collecting the offerings.

'Your best life now! ' the wolves promise.
But a Christian's best life cannot be now.
If this earthly life is your best,
it means you are heading to hell.
If you are heading to heaven, this world is your worst.
Jesus did not come to satisfy human appetite;
He came to give you a new appetite.
The devil offered Christ the same worldly riches
that these celebrity preachers sell every Sunday morning.

The stench of materialism is foul.
They peddle the Holy Word for profit,
mocking the free gift of grace.
Desperate, sick people sow money instead of medicine,
believing staged testimonies and manufactured hoaxes.
When healing fails, and the grave opens,
the pastor simply shifts the blame:
'You didn't have enough faith.'
'You didn't sow a big enough seed.'

Meanwhile, Christianity's face is dragged through mud.
The headlines are a continuous loop of rot:
Financial fraud, embezzlement, sex scandals, and moral failure.
Superstars of the pulpit make the church a mockery,
living in grotesque opulence while followers starve.
They are not shepherds feeding the flock.
They are the raiders of the Lord's Vineyard.