08/31/2025
I’ve been reflecting on the corruption and cruelty of the COG cult the last few days. Around the fire tonight, we were remembering the death that always seemed to surround us. We were taught that medical intervention was a sin, that when it was your time to go, you simply had to accept it. They told us to trust only in the “apostles” and their supposed prayers of healing. But what that really meant was a lot of good people suffered and died unnecessarily.
I remember hearing a story about a woman whose baby got stuck during labor. Her child died, and she wasn’t taken to a hospital for three days. They saved her life, but only because she was important to the leadership. Others weren’t given that chance. I remember those with cancer wasting away at home, denied even basic pain medication. I remember visiting a man who had a hole in his throat from cancer, his eyes filled with tears as the “saints” said their goodbyes, while he lay there in torment.
So many babies, mothers, and families suffered because births took place in living rooms with no medical help. One mother carrying her ninth child died alongside her baby when complications arose, something that routine checkups could have caught in time. My uncle also trusted their prayers and their so-called apostles, he had faith also in God and he too passed away waiting for a healing that never came.
There were young fathers taken too soon one with pneumonia who left behind a pregnant wife and her two children. Another with cancer that the Leadership declared “healed,” demanded that we rejoice, and even claimed God Himself had spoken and promised their recovery. She said if he dies God is a Liar and we will raise him from the dead ourselves. When he died anyway, the leaders refused to admit they were wrong. Instead, they turned on the lay members, accusing the congregation of doubt and disbelief and, blaming grieving families for the deaths. They were of course not sucesful at raising him back from the grave. That’s the cruelty of it all: they held themselves up as God’s on earth but shifted responsibility for every failure onto their followers.
And yet, the hypocrisy was always there. When Ray Tinsman’s own nephew nearly died, he received the medical treatment and surgery that saved his life. Leaders reserved real help for their own while condemning others to needless suffering.
The truth is, these men were never healers. They were frauds who played God with people’s lives. They preached faith while denying compassion. They let mothers, fathers, children, and grandparents die so they could hold onto power and control.
Those lives mattered. Every single one. They didn’t deserve to be lost to arrogance, to superstition and, to a cult that put its pride above human life. Telling these stories now is not about bitterness—it’s about truth. It’s about honoring the people who suffered and making sure the lies no longer hide their pain.
No more silence. No more stolen lives. No more worshiping men.
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