Matthew Stevenson, the self-appointed prophet and spiritual guru of the All Nations Worship Assembly empire, is not just a false teacher—he is a charlatan of the highest order. With a ministry built on emotional manipulation, pseudo-theological ramblings, and a penchant for self-glorification, Stevenson has proven himself a master of deception. And if his latest sermon is anything to go by, he’s also a man who seems utterly incapable of coherent thought or biblical fidelity.

In one particularly unhinged diatribe, Stevenson claimed that God created Eve to prevent Adam from engaging in bestiality.

Sex is God’s idea I said sex is god’s idea. You’re not gonna tell me that Satan know how to have better sex than God. Yeah But there are sexual communications now the marriage bed is under fire. I don’t, I don’t get into the business of telling folk what to do in their bedroom because you’re gonna tell me what to do in mine…or uh…but there are certain types of sexual communication that is intrinsically demonic. Say which one? Pedophilia is a demon. Pedophilia is a devil.

Nobody naturally wants to have sex with children. It’s demonic It’s demonic in the bishop’s chair. It’s demonic in the pastor’s office. It’s demonic on the choir. Another demonic kind of sexual communication—that’s why they want us to leave him alone—is beastiality. Darn! You’re not gonna tell me looking at a mouse, a cat, a goat, is gonna turn you on. Let me give you some wisdom—Adam was in Eden with God. Adam was surrounded by animals.

God said huh? Watch me. It’s not good For man to be alone. It’s not. Now y’all see that y’all like, oh, because a man did find a good thing. No, it’s deeper. Tell your name is deeper. God put a sexual appetite in Adam before he pulled Eve out of him, watch me.

And God never called Eve, Eve, Adam did. He called Eve, Adam. You don’t have time for that. And so without something coming out of him for compatibility, he still had human hormones. Who would he be attracted to if there was no real?

He would have been messing with the animals around him. So as to prevent—y’all don’t wanna hear this—Adam from abasing his self to bestiality, He gave him something that was just like him. So you are not the descendants of apes.

Hallelujah!

Yes, you read that correctly, and if you don’t believe me, watch the clip at the end of this article. This so-called “pastor” believes the Creator of the universe was concerned Adam might “abase himself” with animals unless He whipped up a suitable partner. One has to wonder, does Stevenson even own a Bible, or does he just riff off his own deranged imagination? If this were a comedy sketch, it might be funny. But coming from someone who claims to represent God, it’s tragic and nauseating.

Stevenson’s bizarre theological gymnastics are not just offensive—they’re blasphemous. To imply that God’s design of Eve was some sort of reactionary afterthought to Adam’s hormones is to insult the Creator’s wisdom and sovereignty. Genesis 2:18 does not describe a God scrambling to avert disaster, it reveals His intentional design for humanity. “It is not good that the man should be alone” is a statement of divine purpose, not a panicked fix to stave off some imaginary prelapsarian scandal. But why bother with Scripture when you can peddle sensational nonsense to an undiscerning crowd?

The sermon spiraled further into absurdity as Stevenson ranted about “sexual communications” he deemed “intrinsically demonic” (correctly identifying pedophilia and bestiality, for once). Yet even here, his theatrics took precedence over clarity, coherence, or meaningful insight. Instead of providing biblical guidance, Stevenson rambled about demonic influences in “the bishop’s chair” and “the choir,” all while muddying the waters with his juvenile, scattershot delivery. Whether you want to call this preaching or performance art, either way, it’s an insult to anyone who takes their faith seriously.

Yet, perhaps the most insulting part of this trainwreck is Stevenson’s claim that he doesn’t meddle in people’s bedrooms because “you’re not gonna tell me what to do in mine.” How convenient. He can pontificate about demonic sexual practices but avoids addressing biblical standards for intimacy because, well, that might require actual conviction. The hypocrisy reeks like a rotting carcass left out in the sun—putrid, unmistakable, and impossible to ignore. Stevenson wants the authority of a prophet but none of the accountability of a shepherd. His double standards are as transparent as a glass pulpit—and just as fragile.

And let’s not overlook the irony of Stevenson railing against demonic influences while embodying the very definition of theological chaos. His ministry thrives on emotionalism and doctrinal ambiguity, feeding his congregation a steady diet of shallow platitudes and theatrical performances. He’s the spiritual equivalent of a snake oil salesman, promising divine encounters but delivering empty spectacle. How long before the cracks in his facade become impossible to ignore?

This is not a man leading people closer to Christ, this is a man leading people into confusion. His teachings are a mockery of God’s word, his sermons a caricature of genuine exegesis. And his antics reveal not a pastor but a performer—one whose stage is littered with the debris of doctrinal heresy and ego-driven theatrics. And the tragedy is that countless souls are being fed this poisonous drivel.

Let’s be clear. Matthew Stevenson is not a harmless eccentric or a well-meaning preacher who’s just a bit off base. He is a false teacher, a purveyor of spiritual junk food, and a danger to anyone in need of the true gospel. His words are not just inaccurate—they’re corrosive. They undermine the authority of Scripture, distort the nature and character of God, and cheapen the foundational truths of the Christian faith.

The Church must not remain silent while men like Stevenson lead people astray. His platform may be large, his delivery may be charismatic, but his teaching is rotten to the core. As Jesus said, “You will recognize them by their fruits” (Matthew 7:16). And the fruit of Matthew Stevenson’s ministry? It’s the bitter taste of deception, arrogance, and spiritual ruin. Let the discerning beware.