When I lived in Dallas-Fort Worth in the late 1980s-early 1990s Tilton was all over the TV every day. I was there when the aforementioned expose was released. He was such an actor and so clearly a fraud that even hardline Christians I worked with hated him. They felt that he was an embarrassment to them all.
One person that I knew and worked for me for a while, told me that he was employed in Tilton's "counting house." Each day they would get a number from Tilton's assistant (typically over 5, but less than 10) that would represent the number of random envelopes that would be pulled out of every 100 received the previous day. Those envelopes would be left sealed and sent directly to Tilton. He thought they went to Tilton's house, but could not confirm that. The envelopes would go through an automatic opener (slices one edge of the envelope so cleanly that the contents are not disturbed) and then dumped in the middle of a room and into a huge dry baptismal font.
If he was in the mood, Tilton would go into the room, select a half dozen at random and then pray over the others in the tub. (Tilton's prayers were often just gibberish he'd make up along the way.) He would take out the notes inside and the money and set the checks aside and put the bills in his pocket. The checks would be "for Jesus" and the cash would be for him. He'd glance at the first few letters and then tell his assistants "read the others if you have time" and pull out the checks and cash. They would put the cash on a table to be counted and the checks would be collected to be taken back to the counting house. Tilton would get the cash later in the day. He'd often say something ridiculous like, "Jesus bought my lunch today!" or "All good things are green, and today Jesus sent me a lot of green."
It was thought that it was those empty envelopes that came from Tilton's home that ended up in the random dumpsters around Dallas. Although not confirmed, it was reported that the TV reporters had camped out near Tilton's home and then followed an unmarked van as it weaved around and backtracked through Dallas, finally coming to a rest at a dumpster at the back of a grocery store where old vegetable, rotting meat and leaking cans of tuna and pork and beans would be dumped. Apparently they had gotten a lead from some hobo that was digging through the dumpster looking for dinner.
A few years before while working for a telephone installation company, I had the opportunity to go into Jan and Paul Crouch's Faith Center in Santa Ana (Costa Mesa), California. They wanted additions to their existing phone system installed in their new "counting room." The sign over the door was fairly large and very clearly stated, "Absolutely NO ADMITTANCE." The person who took me through that door very carefully escorted me around the glass enclosed room where about a dozen people were stacking money and entering the amounts into tabulators. I asked my guide if he had any idea how much money came through there each day. His response made me smile: "If I told you, I'd have to kill you. But just know that you or I could retire to the Bahamas for the rest of our lives very comfortably on what comes in here every week - and maybe just on what is deposited every day."
The person who took me through that door very carefully escorted me around the glass enclosed room where about a dozen people were stacking money and entering the amounts into tabulators. I asked my guide if he had any idea how much money came through there each day. His response made me smile: "If I told you, I'd have to kill you. But just know that you or I could retire to the Bahamas for the rest of our lives very comfortably on what comes in here every week - and maybe just on what is deposited in the bank every day. The Crouches live very, very well..."
That was before I moved to Dallas and learned about Tilton. Sounds like they all sang from the same hymn book. I wonder if the Watchtower has a counting room...
JV