Whatever the fascination is among certain crowds with foul-mouthed celebrities and anti-Christ figures, it’s a trend that has this nation in its grips. But worse, the trend has taken over the professing Church to such a degree that their filth is promoted in pulpits all around the world.

We’ve reported numerous times on the Southern Baptist megachurch, Church by the Glades, which repeatedly covers music by foul-mouthed rappers, rock bands, homosexuals, and every other aberrant and un-Christian lifestyle you can think of. And it’s done in such a way that it attracts lost people to the pews and only keeps them there for entertainment. The old adage goes, what you win them with, you must keep them with. And it certainly isn’t the gospel.

But another increasingly popular church is New Birth which is pastored by Jamal Bryant. During his most recent Sunday sermon, Bryant sported a t-shirt by one of the most notorious, God-hating foul-mouthed rappers of all time—Biggie Smalls. And he did so while preaching about how “different” his church is from others. They do this because their ethnic “heroes” are more attractive to them than is the God who created them.

“I tell people, New Birth, you can’t explain it, you just got to experience it, Amen,” he preached. “It’s only at New Birth you can get Run DMC and get filled with the Holy Ghost.”

But back to Bryant’s Biggie Smalls t-shirt. To quote Mr. Smalls, his lyrics often run along the lines of: “I’m livin’ everyday like a hustle, another bleep trouble. I’m seein’ body after body and our mayor bleep Giuliani ain’t tryin’ to see no bleep bleep“—and the list goes on. These lyrics bear no semblance to the holy teachings we ought to disseminate from the pulpit. They do not glorify the Creator or edify His flock, but instead, they wallow in the mud of worldly transgressions.

It is scandalous, utterly contemptible, for a pastor to associate himself so publicly with such coarse language and earthly themes while preaching the word of God. Our pastors are to be exemplary, mirrors of the divine, reflecting the love, grace, and holiness of our Almighty God. To wear the image of a man known for his lurid lyrics is an absolute affront to these expectations. But what do you expect from these clowns in the pulpit, as Spurgeon would call them? They are not pastors, they’re wolves.