Having Faith
6-17-2000 - Well, here I am again. As of right now, my faith is being put to the test. Some of you who know my cousin, "FQ", also know that I am no longer able to use his computer. I feel that God has abandoned me, that He has given me a mission, and then has abandoned me.
I was awake last night, way past the usual hour that I go to sleep. I was seeking guidance from the Lord. Although there were no startling revelations, I realize that
"...the LORD will provide all of my needs, according to His riches in glory."
And so here I am a the local library, adding this update to my page. I asked my Youth Minister if I could use his office computer to do the work that the Lord has instructed me to do, and he told me, "No."
I explained to him that I've been called by the Lord to battle spirits and principalities over the internet, and he kind of frowned. "Abel," he said. "I trust you completely, and I love you as the brother in Christ that you are... But I think the Lord would have provided you a computer of your OWN if He had such plans for you. And He would not give you a calling that is beyond your means. I think you have an even greater calling. Jesus has wonderful, perfect plans for you, etc, etc..." He proceeded to recommend that I should hold a car wash to raise funds. He'd try to secure a time when I could use the church parking lot for raising funds.
He didn't understand what was going on; God had opened my eyes to certain types of e-perversions, and He had called upon me to deal with the perpetrators, to minister to them, to spread the Word.
That brings me to the public library today. My time limit here is getting close to expiring, so when I leave the computer, I have an idea. ...I'll leave my webpage up on the monitor; perhaps it may help bring the next user to Jesus. Anyhow I'm happy that I am able to share my latest news, to have fellowship with you. ...Which reminds me, I'll have a new e-mail address set up soon. I work on it now, but I don't think I have enough time; I've just been informed by a rather impatient old lady that the next library patron has been waiting for his turn.
So, I am leaving for right now. God bless you all.
6-18-2000 - I'm back. And I'm at Church right now. In my Youth Minister's office. A part of me (the "creature of habit" side) tells me that I should be at the service, listening to the sermon. But I know deep in my heart that God has given me everything that I need already, that it's time to stop sitting and listening to sermons. It's time to spread the Word. I'm using my Youth Minister's computer. He didn't give me his permission yesterday. ...But I have permission from God. With all due respect to my Youth Minister, I don't need man's approval to do the Lord's work.
My spirit is crying. When I left the computer at the library yesterday, I left my page up on the screen. I stuck around for a bit, to see if the next user would become edified and enlightened by my web page. I was shocked and more than a little hurt when he clicked on my link to the Baiting site... and stayed there for over half an hour, laughing. I could only sigh, and walk away.
In an attempt to stay well-informed about the Baiting Menace, I noticed a large number of saddening and disturbing things in their "Forum". The first of these is a post called "Fun In Yahoo", written by one "Lassiecomehome2us". (The name of the author is bad enough, I suspect that it promotes bestiality.) I find the very title of the post disturbing. When the author of this post writes "Fun", he or she has perverted the true meaning of the word, in the very same way that homosexuals have perverted the meaning of the word "Gay". This perversion of "Fun" seems to include include sodomy, fornication, and deception. I don't find this "Fun" at all. The only thing that gives me any hope in the previously mentioned post it the fact that the author was claiming to be a 21-year old female, instead of a 12 or 14-year old female.
"Jesus Was God's Lovechild" was disturbing for obvious reasons. I read through it, and it contained mockery of the Lord. Blasphemous statements were everywhere, accompanied by descriptions of unspeakable sexual acts. Thankfully, the post was completely unreadable, as the author exhibited poor writing skills. I am confident that this distasteful post will be ignored by many.
I didn't read "Death and the Rockstar". The name seems to imply an obsession with the "fame and glamor" of being a rock-and-roll star. I'll bet the "Death" refers to the emptiness that the "fame and glamor" brings. I've e-mailed MTV and VH1 concerning their lack of Christian rock. I haven't heard a response yet. Airing videos of Petra or Michael W. Smith might save the world. Sadly, there seems to be a conspiracy to destroy it instead.
I also chose NOT to read the post by "B.M.", whose full, blasphemous name I dare not write. From the name of the post, it glorified motorcycles, vehicles that can be seen as the epitome of a reckless, "crash-and-burn" lifestyle. They're about racing down the road at high speeds. The sad thing is that, for far too many people in this world, the "road" leads to deception, emptiness, and eventually Hell.
Another post, "Gay slang" seems to ridicule the speaking habits of homosexuals. Homosexuals don't be ridiculed, they need to be saved. They need to know Jesus. I don't know any homosexuals, and I'm not sure if I'd want them in my church, but they do need to be saved.
The "Just Shorties" post by "Phire12f" seems to be written in some sort of song format. Except, instead of singing songs of praise to the Lord, the themes of his songs involve significant amounts of homosexuality, including sodomy and same-sex fellatio.
That's all I can write for now. The service downstairs seems to be ending, and I need to abandon the computer before my Youth Minister rebukes me.
Until next time - may the Lord's grace be with you.
6-21-2000 - I must make this a short update. The Lord has blessed me, and I am spending the night at my cousin's home. While he and the other members of his family are fast asleep, I can update you on my Holy Crusade. I praise the Lord Jesus for allowing me to have this Internet access and allowing to spread his Holy Word over the Information Superhighway. Amen.
Yesterday, I went to the local park to see if I could 'dialogue' with some urban youths about the dangers of baiting. I shed my v-neck sweater and khakis, and borrowed some of my cousin's clothing to help blend into my environment. After doing some brainstorming and heavy praying, I came up with some sticker and poster ideas. Some of my better one's are 'Baiting You Into Hell' and 'Bait With Love, Not Sodomy'. I took some of the petty cash from my Youth Minister's office, and went to a local print shop and made some bumper stickers and colorful posters.
I know, under normal circumstances, what I did would be considered a sin. But I had a dream last night. In it, I was walking with a cross on my back through the streets of my hometown. People were throwing rocks at me and cursing me. I saw them all...Dirk, Kaen, Sven, Pathos, Bugdozer, TC...and all the people from the forum. Cursing me...mocking me. Then, Jesus appeared to me and told me that I was right. That baiting is evil, and I must do whatever it takes to further 'the cause'. Then Jesus unleashed his fury upon the evil baiters and they all became engulfed in flames, burning alive. I awoke in a cold sweat.
I fear now, that my Youth Minister is getting too close. He commented yesterday, in a rather blunt manner, how it was odd that he found an open Snapple bottle and an empty Dorittos bag near the computer the other day. And how the keys were a peculiar orange color. This, of course, was from my Net browsings a few days ago. I hope Jesus and God are not angry, but I am praying that one of them smites him down. He is not a suitable Youth Minister. He said I was out of line at the last meeting, when I stood up and started preaching about how baiting is a sure road to hell. How can my fellow Christian youths be led by a man who is so blind to what evils lurk around him? I am beginning to think he is a baiting sympathizer. Perhaps that what he uses his home computer for. I think I need to pay his house a visit one day, while he is not at home.
Well, back to my original story. I apologize, but when I start talking about baiting, I feel like I am channeling the word of Jesus through me. I went to the park, armed with my bumper stickers, posters, and the good Lord in my heart. After putting up the stickers and posters for an hour, I decided to preach to some youths my age on a basketball court. Things did not go as I planned. When I stood in the middle of the court and began to do one of my baiting sermons, they became very angry and beligerant. One of them said, that I should leave or there was going to be 'some 'drama' up in this *expletive*'. I replied that the works of Arthur Miller and other great American playwrites had nothing to do with the cancer called 'baiting'. They proceeded to beat me up and tear up my posters and stickers. I cried out to Jesus, but to no avail. As I lay there, feeling each blow to my body, I heard the laughter of those heathen baiters ringing in my ears. I promised the Lord Jesus, right there, that my efforts would not be in vain.
I can hear some stirring upstairs, right now, so I had better go now. I shall update this page soon, with further updates of my battle against this unholy army of hell that is called 'baiting'. Stay strong, my brothers and sisters.