Monetizing The Sacred.

Na we know Bible pass.

Na we speak in tongues pass.

Na we holy pass.

Na we sabi grammar pass.

Na we know God pass.

Us... Pentecostals.

And yet, somehow…we are the ones doing the most disservice to the Gospel of Jesus.

We want Jesus—with a side of Mammon.

We want the Kingdom of God—but we also need a slice of this earthly kingdom.

We crave the crown—but refuse the cross.

We have commercialized consecration.

Now, it’s about money. Everything is.

People can’t even get God’s attention anymore without attaching a seed to their petition. We pray, but the envelope must go ahead of the incense.

The prosperity gospel—yes, we loved the mother. But now we’re stuck with the children: greed, entitlement, exploitation.

And somehow, the conversation has become—how much should it cost to have a minstrel lead worship?

Is anybody even asking how we got here?

When did worship become a paid gig?

When did singing to the God who gave you the voice become a transaction?

When did leading men into God’s presence start needing a price tag?

Very soon, ushers too will demand honorarium before they stand by the door.

They might as well.

Because this generation has mastered the art of monetizing the sacred.

If Apostle Paul were writing his epistles today, we would’ve published and priced them.

Each letter? A bestseller.

Each correction? A conference.

And the struggling saints who genuinely need help? They’d be told, “Buy the book.”

Where’s the heart of the Master in all this?

Where’s the place for “freely you have received, freely give”? (Matthew 10:8)

Yes, the laborer is worthy of his wages (Luke 10:7), but we’ve twisted that to mean worship is now for sale.

We’ve blurred the line until there’s no line at all.

Jesus was clear—“No one can serve two masters… You cannot serve God and Mammon” (Matthew 6:24).

There’s no middle ground.

Profiting from your gift was never meant to be about money. It was about edifying the body, building the Kingdom, reconciling men to God.

But we’ve become merchants in the temple—selling sacrifices at the altar, forgetting that we are supposed to be the sacrifice.

God help us.