In Become a Better You, Pastor Joel Osteen wants you to have good posture and smile more.  He wants you to be you, only better.  Stop me if I sound nuts, but I’m going to make the call now: in five years or less, Brother Osteen is going to have his own talkshow, and it’s going to be syndicated, and it’s not going to be on TBN.  He’s going the way of Montel, and going quickly.  He may be preaching the Theology of the Smile to mothers out of wedlock on afternoon TV, telling them to walk tall and be proud and get their teeth whitened.  You know your preaching’s gone south when Slate reproves your theology:

There’s, of course, nothing inherently suspect or dishonorable about seeking uplift and consolation in the Bible. But the point of those “deep theological doctrines” that Osteen seems to deride is to leaven that quest with the less agreeable features of life-pain and suffering, the persistence of evil, the fleeting quality of all endeavor, the cosmic insignificance of the human self, let alone that self’s subordinate chosen modes of expression in body posture or a near-pathological penchant for smiling. After all, the same Bible that Lakewood’s arena full of believers champion as a handbook for what they can do and be also contains these words, in Revelation 3:17: “Thou sayest, I am rich and increased with goods, and have need of nothing: and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked.”

Oh, he’s an easy target.  I’m not hating on him.  But how many earnest believers are being confused by this nice man?