A snake-handling Pentecostal preacher in West Virginia died after being bitten by his poisonous rattlesnake. Oddly enough, his father—also a preacher—had died the same way in 1983. It’s like that old saying: “Kill someone in my family once, shame on me…”
Snake-handling preachers believe that Christians should handle snakes to test their faith. I guess if you believe you’re going to get bitten and die your faith will be rewarded.
The preacher wasn’t taken to a hospital because it is their belief that if they are bitten they need to rely on God’s grace for healing and not seek medical treatment. It’s a shame they don’t realize it was God’s grace that created hospitals and the antidote for snake bites.
Haven’t these preachers watched, “Snakes on a Plane.” Snakes are traveling first class to bite people . . .
I don’t know; I think some people just deserve what they get.
I think God’s a little pissed off at most christians anyway, or so one might surmise from all the hits on churches during tornado season.
The fast track to Heaven? Or a candidate for the Darwin Awards?