Twenty-four seven self actualization.  I can get it the way I want it made in the color I requested, share it with friends or take it alone in any room of my great big house, at any time, day or night.  Cultural adaptation.  In the fifties abortion was almost unthinkable now we crest 60,000,000 children given to Molech.  Adultery, against one’s spouse, culture, children or God was kept as guarded secret.  Imagination was used to write dynamic books and wonderful paintings, portraying a deep understanding of man’s quest to escape his present circumstance.  There was a time when before investigating my desires, I took cautioned review of those it might effect.  The shackles are off, for to maintain my own unbridled freedom to exercise the abnormailities of my mind I must grant you the same cause.  This is the end for Sodom and Gamorrah, not that each practised physical abomination, labeled such by God himself, but that they tolerated and applauded everyone’s right to just “do it” if it makes you feel good.

What does it mean then to be a Christian in this “no holds barred” environ of individualism and perpetual gratification?  If I have become a new creature it will become evident through society’s determined hate of all that I am.  No, longer will there be a spectrum broad opportunity for everyone to practise the depths of their imaginings, because someone, ME, stands up emphatically stating that these practises are forbidden and thus deserving inevitable judgement by God.  They will not befriend my intolerant behavior, in fact they will label my beliefs facist, racist, bigoted or worse yet of the enemy.  I cannot both stand parallel to Christ’s doctrine and ease with this world, for they are juxtoposed.  Therefore, speaking with me will sting and unbeliever for I am defining salt, pointing out the wound for healer by the Great Healer.  I am light, shining in to the unlit hallways, bedrooms, closets and attics, making all things scatter for their beloved dark.  I must confront that our Master told me that they will hate me just as they have hated him, there is no other outcome.

Therefore, I stand where I stand, even if you hang me from yonder tree, unrelenting in my allegiance to Christ the King.  I love you, forgive you, pray for you and wish to see you blessed, but as long as you are in argument with God, I cannot be with you in tandem.  I have chosen and since you have not then you are bounced about on the waves of your unrepentant pursuit of the sugary sweet mouthful of sin to which you cling.  I cannot judge you, not just because it would be hypocritical for one sinner to judge another but because there is a judge coming who is worthy, perfect and will not be questioned.  Now, I pray that the conversations we have sponsor a reminder of the day you heard the Holy Spirit wisper to you of eternity.  If only you can hear Him then my war is won, for He will guide you to salvation.  If you never hear Him then you have already been turned over to your own decadence and I weep for you.  I am not intolerant, just truthful about the rules set over us by the Sovereign King of All.  What He says goes and frankly I have no right, desire or better ideas with which to entertain you.  I love Him and obey His commands and await the soon return of Christ for His Church, Judgement and Eternal Reign.  Praise God in the name of Jesus.