Fallen televangelist rebounding Ministry: The Rev. Jimmy Swaggart has lost much of his flock and his financial empire, but he still preaches from his 200-acre complex in Baton Rouge, La.

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December 06, 1998|By Joe Mathews | Joe Mathews,SUN STAFF

BATON ROUGE, La. -- The Rev. Jimmy Swaggart plays a scale on his grand piano and slides off the bench to grab the microphone. "Praise Jesus!" he says, launching a spellbinding two-hour sermon, which he interrupts twice to record 30-second promotional spots for the TV version.

Swaggart yells. He collapses to the floor. He recounts a conversation with God. Seven times, he abruptly breaks into tears. And he lays hands on a partially paralyzed young man. "Jesus will heal you because he can heal you," says Swaggart, weeping again. "I know we have sinned but Jesus, please,

please help him."

The tears resemble those that fell from Swaggart's face in 1988, when the televangelist, caught with a prostitute, told his congregation, "I have sinned, my Lord."

Ten years later, everywhere Swaggart looks, his eyes see the damage caused by his indiscretion in a New Orleans motel room.

To his left and right, huge curtains block off seats and disguise the fact that his 7,000-seat Family Worship Center on Bluebonnet Road now attracts only 500 to Sunday services. Outside, the 100-plus flagpoles that once carried the banners of every country where his sermons were broadcast stand unused. Decorating the stadium-sized, mostly vacant parking lot at the worship center are signs for a shuttle bus that long ago stopped running.

Like Jim Bakker and Oral Roberts, Swaggart, 63, has lost much of his flock and his financial empire, which once enjoyed annual revenues of $150 million. But Swaggart still preaches the same message from the same place, his 200-acre complex in Baton Rouge, La. His only public concession to falling popularity is his use of public-access channels (More popular cable outlets largely shun him) to broadcast his message to 250 TV markets at odd hours.

He remains, he says, an "old-fashioned, Holy Ghost-filled, shouting, weeping, soul-winning, Gospel-preaching preacher." He still preaches that Jews and Catholics are going to hell, and he still assails -- without a hint of irony or compromise -- homosexuality, pornography, psychology and, yes, prostitution and hypocrisy. And he still lives in the same gated mansion.

"We don't discuss the past because we don't live in the past," says his son Donnie, 44, a vice president in Jimmy Swaggart Ministries. "We've moved past that."

Avoiding the past may prove impossible. In a book to be published next month, Hunter Lundy, the attorney who exposed Swaggart's fondness for prostitutes, suggests strongly that the minister was also a pedophile. Swaggert's old rival, the Rev. Marvin Gorman, has re-emerged, driving a Toyota, doing tent revivals and generally providing a humbler contrast.

"The whole story is tragic," says Gorman over breakfast in the New Orleans suburb of Metairie, in what he says is his first newspaper interview in nine years. "It's very hard for people who have as much prominence as he and I did in the church to stay humble. Pride goes before destruction and the haughty spirit before the fall. And that crept into each one of us."

Swaggart refused to be interviewed for this article. But his sermon offers a reply to his critics. "You can find things about me you don't like. And frankly, I don't want to hear it," he says. "If you look hard enough, you'll find something good about me and say it."

At least, Swaggart adds, he has the ability to survive.

Jimmy Lee Swaggart, born poor near the Mississippi River in Ferriday, La., started preaching on the revival circuit in 1958 with his wife, Frances, and a beat-up Plymouth. God, he says, has spoken repeatedly to him since he was 8 years old. The Lord instructed him to begin a TV ministry in 1973.

By 1986, his TV shows reached 510 million people in 145 countries, and his complex in Baton Rouge made him one of the city's largest employers. He mailed 7 million fund-raising letters a day, raised $135 million annually in contributions, and used the money to build schools, churches and his own Bible college, while providing a lavish lifestyle for his family.

His 1984 autobiography proclaimed, "There are no skeletons in the Swaggart closet," but recounted a warning from a longtime friend. "There are men who can't stand prosperity. They can't stand fame. It goes to their head. They start to think they are God."

Swaggart seemed to ignore the advice. After pronouncing divine judgment on televangelists Jim Bakker and Marvin Gorman for their sexual indiscretions, Swaggart was investigated by Gorman, who discovered Swaggart's weakness for prostitutes. Swaggart apologized, famously: "I have sinned against you, my Lord, and I would ask that your precious blood would wash and cleanse every stain until it is in the seas of God's forgetfulness, never to be remembered against me." Swaggart received as much money from that single broadcast as he did in three months.

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