It's a funny thing, Miss Johnson, but as you know there's a disused railway station here in town and last night I was handing out Chick tracts to the degenerates who frequent the joint and I pretend I can't hear the remarks but they are neither subtle nor accurate and as usual there were trollops and floozies hanging around in the shrubbery so I went over to see if they were OK.
Well I have never been so revolted. "Chaperoned" is not the word I'm looking for but they
were accompanied and it was rather dark so I turned on my torch ..well actually I pressed the wrong button and the thing started flashing that little red light thing ..what a stream of profanity I received. Never mind the nether regions these dissipated fools were tingling all over if ever I've seen it and actually
encouraging abominations of every description which I will not even attempt to describe.
There was a sale of remnants at my material supplier last week and I got some great bargains, but in hindsight my choice could have been less vivid perhaps nevertheless, I don't want to get run over do I? The fabric turned out to be red light sensitive and I lit up like a gong. Intermittently.
Presumably that's why it was cheap.
LUKE
11:5-8 [Jesus] said unto them, Which of you shall have a friend, and shall go unto him at midnight, and say unto him, Friend, lend me three loaves; For a friend of mine in his journey is come to me, and I have nothing to set before him? And he from within shall answer and say, Trouble me not: the door is now shut, and my children are with me in bed; I cannot rise and give thee. I say unto you, Though he will not rise and give him, because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as many as he needeth.
KJV .. look up
Ignoring their comments—I am being polite here—I offered what i thought was an appropriate tract and I won't describe what happened to it but recalling Jesus' words I persited and sure enough got a result. One of the young gentlemen—I'm being polite again—came over to me and asked to see what I'd got? which was an encouragement so I opened my Bible and read from Proverbs:
PROVERBS
23:23-30 Buy the truth, and sell it not; also wisdom, and instruction, and understanding. The father of the righteous shall greatly rejoice: and he that begetteth a wise child shall have joy of him. Thy father and thy mother shall be glad, and she that bare thee shall rejoice. My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways. For a whore is a deep ditch; and a strange woman is a narrow pit. She also lieth in wait as for a prey, and increaseth the transgressors among men. Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine.
KJV .. look up
He started laughing and whatever was mixed with his wine I don't want any, Miss Johnson. His trollop came over and I pointed to her and explained that she had no good intentions towards him. Hell would deliver a very specific torment for both of them as broad in its scope as she seemed narrow, now, to him. Being of a sober disposition I was able to avoid the brick she produced from nowhere but he was less fortunate and copped it right on the nose. They say banshees wail. Fury on this scale is beyond the ken of banshees however and purple faces turned in my direction urgent to destroy.
Satan places his highest priority on the crime you have brought up here and had not The L
ORD been with me I should have received more than just a brick. Bolting for cover underneath a derelict train-engine I was safe for the moment and eventually managed to wriggle out and crawl down the bank to my car. Imagine my delight to discover that all the Chick tracts were left behind and I know that in His hands they will reach the target He intended and that one more soul might be saved from the certain torment you have described.