Heavy dose of scripture on Sunday morning and regular doses of Christian music keeps our hero going. Let’s not forget the daily bible reading, he does that too. Charged up at that moment, he makes resolutions and decisions. “Lord I give you my heart…I live for you alone”, that Hillsong chorus is the soundtrack for that moment. Oh that moment…it’s the best feeling, the feeling that makes him believe he’s walking on water with Jesus. Well actually he does, in that fantasy realm. Remember? Today, he walks out into the world like everyday with that ‘multiple re-birth’ experience.
Chaos awaits this prince.
Thousands die in a hurricane. Hundreds die in Africa. Doubts and anger (on God?) crawl in. Bringelina poses topless for Playboy magazine. Distraction begins. The sexiest girl on the block winks at him. Distraction swells. The soundtrack is still playing but sounds like a dying whale now. Beats and beer pulls him in. You know where. And guess what… he finds the winker there. Distraction? Naah… Hotel or house? …is the question. The soundtrack? “Ahh…not now”.
As he sits there planning his next move, the moron, his long lost and forgiven enemy, walks in and buys the winker a drink. “What the hell are you doing here, she’s mine?” yells our hero.
“What the hell are you doing here?” whispers Jesus. Our man refuses to hear Him.
Water splashes. The stink of old booze pierces through his nose. He wakes up in prison.
Alarm! Alarm! Jesus needed. Everyday, every second.
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