STEPHEN VAN ECK
Jack Van Impe has been one of the leading proponents of “The end is Near” eschatology for, ironically, a very long time. But lately he has gone out on a limb in a way that will eventually prove him to be a False Prophet. Van Impe has cast his lot with those who have decided that President Obama is the Antichrist. (Also, for good measure, some sort of Commie.) A ridiculous, paranoid delusion that fails Scripturally and will also fail the test of time. Because Obama will serve 4, perhaps 8, years, and by the end of his term it will be abundantly clear that he was NOT the Antichrist. Van Impe, if he has any sense, will be embarrassed (whether or not he admits it) and everyone else will know he was wrong. When it comes to alleged Scriptural Prophecy, it’s a mistake to get too specific.
Speculation that Obama may be the Antichrist (a suspicion entertained by 24% of registered Republicans!) started well before he was elected, and it’s all too easy to shoehorn him into that role if you have only a glancing familiarity with the Real World. Van Impe inhabits an alternate reality consisting of Biblical fantasy, so it’s not surprising that he’s made what will prove to be a colossal error. What’s surprising is how he’s embroidered it with details. More than once he’s proclaimed that Zbigniew Brzezinski selected Obama to be our Future Dictator and started grooming him for the position in 1975—when Obama was 14! Even adjusting for the obvious error in time frame it’s impossible in the extreme to think that anyone would select anyone else for distant future leadership with any assurance of success that would make the effort worthwhile.
Over 40 years ago, before his big-time TV ministry, Jack Van Impe was just the pastor of a Baptist Church in Royal Oak, Michigan who had a local radio show on the side. Another station, WKNR (the one that started the “Paul is dead” rumor) would frequently run a snippet of one of his rants as part of their station identification: “There’ll be sex in the streets by 1975 because of Rock & Roll music!” Given the failure of that shocking prophecy (and his even worse failure to predict the disgusting rise of Disco by that time), Van Impe should have been chastened enough never to try playing Prophet again. But he wasn’t. And now he’s made a prophetic interpretation—unlike the long-pending Return of Christ—with a clear expiration date. In time, there’ll be egg on his face. I only hope he’ll be alive to feel the fool for it. For my part, I’ll be pointing like Nelson Muntz and singing, “Ha ha!” Join me then.