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Last night I watched in horror as men, women, and even little children consigned their souls to Satan and everlasting torment.
It happened at a movie-theater-turned-concert-hall. I was passing by after a Saturday night witnessing for Jesus at Laurel Tree Baptist (not my usual church but the spirit moved me) and I saw a trickle of gaily-dressed people queued up outside the old theater. I called out to them from the Book of Daniel:
"Woe to them that are at ease in Zion...that chant to the sound of the viol, and invent to themselves instruments of musick, like David...Lord GOD hath sworn by himself, saith the LORD the God of hosts...therefore will I deliver up the city with all that is therein. And it shall come to pass, if there remain ten men in one house, that they shall die!"
A man stood nearby. He wore a vest colored electric blue and lavender, and a Greek fisherman's hat, and despite the rain his arms were bare to the shoulders. He said, "This is a good show, brother. People even bring their kids to dance. I've got an extra ticket -- come inside." And I saw that lovely young children were there and my heart was torn, for I remembered the Book of Job: "They send forth their little ones like a flock, and their children dance." So I did as the man said and entered the darkness, hoping to witness for Christ to these endangered souls.
I saw four beautiful women dressed all in white on a low stage, as in the image below. One pounded madly on drums, another played a black bass guitar, a pouting fine-featured blonde fingered a scarlet and gold electric guitar, and the tallest stood at a microphone with painted eyes and her bosom all but bare, singing. They were performing the songs of the infamous Satanists and sex deviants, Led Zeppelin.
Surely SATAN was in that hall! For the tall woman sang, "Squeeze me, baby, 'til the juice runs down my leg!" and her painted eyes were laughing. Dressed blasphemously in tight trousers like a man she sang those pornographical lyrics -- "The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right outta bed!" -- and the people danced and God was mocked! Satan was close by! Yes, Satan was terrifyingly close, for I felt my feet moving of themselves to the beat of the drums. A wild feeling rose in my chest and an unholy rejoicing came upon me.
Oh my brethren, old and weak One-eyed Jack broke. I could not witness to the dancing children. I could not remain in that hall! I stumbled away, praying "Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake." And outside in the dark and the cold rain I felt the wild rejoicing depart from me and I thanked Lord Jesus for His mercy.
I beg you, my brethren, pray that all Christians continue to turn away from the houses of the unholy. Pray that we remain strong against the wild joy that moves the feet in unrighteous ways! Pray that we remain sober and true, that we are not opened to emotions and feelings which are not of God. Pray that our souls remain clenched, yes clenched like a fist, upon the somber truth of Jesus the Christ, and that our feet walk forever on His path. And that we never turn aside to dance.
Amen.
It happened at a movie-theater-turned-concert-hall. I was passing by after a Saturday night witnessing for Jesus at Laurel Tree Baptist (not my usual church but the spirit moved me) and I saw a trickle of gaily-dressed people queued up outside the old theater. I called out to them from the Book of Daniel:
"Woe to them that are at ease in Zion...that chant to the sound of the viol, and invent to themselves instruments of musick, like David...Lord GOD hath sworn by himself, saith the LORD the God of hosts...therefore will I deliver up the city with all that is therein. And it shall come to pass, if there remain ten men in one house, that they shall die!"
A man stood nearby. He wore a vest colored electric blue and lavender, and a Greek fisherman's hat, and despite the rain his arms were bare to the shoulders. He said, "This is a good show, brother. People even bring their kids to dance. I've got an extra ticket -- come inside." And I saw that lovely young children were there and my heart was torn, for I remembered the Book of Job: "They send forth their little ones like a flock, and their children dance." So I did as the man said and entered the darkness, hoping to witness for Christ to these endangered souls.
I saw four beautiful women dressed all in white on a low stage, as in the image below. One pounded madly on drums, another played a black bass guitar, a pouting fine-featured blonde fingered a scarlet and gold electric guitar, and the tallest stood at a microphone with painted eyes and her bosom all but bare, singing. They were performing the songs of the infamous Satanists and sex deviants, Led Zeppelin.
Surely SATAN was in that hall! For the tall woman sang, "Squeeze me, baby, 'til the juice runs down my leg!" and her painted eyes were laughing. Dressed blasphemously in tight trousers like a man she sang those pornographical lyrics -- "The way you squeeze my lemon, I'm gonna fall right outta bed!" -- and the people danced and God was mocked! Satan was close by! Yes, Satan was terrifyingly close, for I felt my feet moving of themselves to the beat of the drums. A wild feeling rose in my chest and an unholy rejoicing came upon me.
Oh my brethren, old and weak One-eyed Jack broke. I could not witness to the dancing children. I could not remain in that hall! I stumbled away, praying "Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for thy mercies' sake." And outside in the dark and the cold rain I felt the wild rejoicing depart from me and I thanked Lord Jesus for His mercy.
I beg you, my brethren, pray that all Christians continue to turn away from the houses of the unholy. Pray that we remain strong against the wild joy that moves the feet in unrighteous ways! Pray that we remain sober and true, that we are not opened to emotions and feelings which are not of God. Pray that our souls remain clenched, yes clenched like a fist, upon the somber truth of Jesus the Christ, and that our feet walk forever on His path. And that we never turn aside to dance.
Amen.
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