John MacArthur and Joel Osteen review "The Sandlot"

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JOHN MACARTHUR: My friends, welcome back to another installment of MacArthur on Movies, where we once again apply the razor scythe of sound theology to the latest films flowing out of the putrid cesspool of Hollywood. As always, due to sponsorship considerations, and that alone, I am joined by my co-host, Joel Osteen

JOEL OSTEEN: I like it when he says my name

JOHN MACARTHUR: Tonight’s film is a truly sobering tome, an exercise in frivolous carnality that depicts—nay, encourages—nothing short of open rebellion against God’s order. A harrowing descent into the madness of Arminian epistemology, masquerading as a baseball movie: The Sandlot. Let’s look at a few clips

JOEL OSTEEN: Scenes are my favorite part of a movie

JOHN MACARTHUR: If you will allow me but one pun of indulgence: right off the BAT, we have issues with this film. Do not for one second think that these filmmakers, these insidious agents of decay, can slip their pernicious content past the exegetically trained eye! Oh, where to begin? This film’s introduction is rife with pagantry! This curious fixation on pickles, which calls to mind the blasphemous phallic-centered idolatry of the Norse god Freyr, and also Methodists! To say nothing of the sheer celebration of deceit, when this Benny fellow intentionally deceives the infielders in his attempt to take home plate, which we must infer is a thinly-veiled attack on the Church’s practice of tithing

JOEL OSTEEN: Tithing is when you give part of your money to the church. Let’s look at the next clip