There was a young man who was only 19 years old, in Chicago, who got hit in the neck by a stray gun bullet from a drive-by gang shooting. He was turned into a quadriplegic instantly. His name was Carlos. We used to go visit Carlos every Saturday on our Bus Ministry route in the Wicker Park neighborhood on Chicago's northside. I felt so sorry for Carlos, who was only in his early twenties at the time. This was the late 1980's.
I don't know if he is still alive, but for his sake I hope he's not. I know that may sound cruel, but I'd rather be dead than be stuck in a wheelchair all my life, and not even able to go for a walk, go fishing, strum a banjo or eat on my own. Can you imagine spending your entire life crippled in a wheelchair, unable to even lift a spoon to your mouth to eat? Carlos cannot clean himself, use the restroom, or do anything. What a miserable existence!
Carlos will never be married, never have any children or grandchildren. When I start to feel depressed and down that I am divorced (my wife abandoned me in 2006) and cannot find a wife, and for all the traumatic things that have happened in my life in the past, and all the rotten people who have deeply hurt me (especially ungodly church people and pastors), I think about Carlos and realize how blessed I am just to be able to type on a keyboard, eat a cheeseburger, play my banjo, drive to church, brush my teeth, comb what's left of my hair, and live a normal life. God is so good and I have no complaints.
I have been thinking about Carlos lately, and praising God for His many blessings in my life. I can think of at least three Christian men, who at a troubled time in their life commit suicide. What a waste of life! No matter how bad things may get in your life, there is someone in this world who needs you! I need your help with my ministry; not financially, but prayerfully. I appreciate when others promote my articles on social media, pray for me, and let me know that God has used a redeemed nobody like me to influence their life for Jesus Christ. Suicide is a very selfish thing to do to your family and loved ones. I would say that I'd rather die than commit suicide, but that wouldn't make any sense, would it...lol.
I have been thinking about Carlos lately, and praising God for His many blessings in my life. I can think of at least three Christian men, who at a troubled time in their life commit suicide. What a waste of life! No matter how bad things may get in your life, there is someone in this world who needs you! I need your help with my ministry; not financially, but prayerfully. I appreciate when others promote my articles on social media, pray for me, and let me know that God has used a redeemed nobody like me to influence their life for Jesus Christ. Suicide is a very selfish thing to do to your family and loved ones. I would say that I'd rather die than commit suicide, but that wouldn't make any sense, would it...lol.
I knew a young man that used to come down to our rescue mission to volunteer on holidays. My father was the pastor and told me one day that the man, Greg, killed himself. He was in debt. His fiancée had just dumped him to go marry another fella. He lost all hope and took his own life. So sad. But I often think how much God could have done through Greg, if he has maintained a proper biblical mindset, knowing that our purpose here on earth is to please God (Revelation 4:11). My purpose in life is not to find a wife. I struggle daily with deep loneliness.
I heard Mr. Trump defending his running mate for Vice President this week, Senator J.D. Vance from Ohio, who had made some comments about old women with cats who never got married or had any children. The rotten liberal media went after him. Mr. Trump said he couldn't speak for his running mate, but explained the way he sees it. I was comforted by what the former U.S. president said. Trump said that some people have never been blessed to meet someone to marry. They wanted to get married, but for one reason or another they never met anyone. That is why I am still single since 2006. I have tried to find a wife. As a born-again believer the Bible strictly forbids me from marrying anyone other than another saved person. That drastically narrows down the lottery.
I almost found a wife in 2014, but that devil pastor of Harvest Baptist Church on Guam, Marty Herron, ruined my life by refusing to even allow me to attend their church, to date the woman that I know (as sure as I am saved) would have married me. Marty Herron is a degenerate scumbag, who is going straight to Hell with his damnable lies of Lordship Salvation, and the corrupt Bible revisions that he loves so much, and his butt-buddy John MacArthur. Marty Herron is a demon! Herron is lucky that I don't have the power to ruin his life, because I would in a second, to humble that arrogant fool, but vengeance is the Lords (Romans 12:19-21).
God knows that I don't hate a living soul, but I do hate the Devil's neo-evangelical toxic cult at Bob Jones University (BJU) and Pensacola Christian College (PCC). These are pseudo-fundamentalist institutions. That is, they are FALSE fundamentalist. In truth, they are closet neo-evangelicals who ALL teach the damnable Satanic fallacy of Lordship Salvation. Tragically, 99% of clergy and layman today are asleep at the wheel, driving Christianity into the ground.
Sorry for the rant. I do that...lol. That's just the Baptist preacher in me. My worst enemies in life have been neo-evangelical churchgoers who masquerade as Christians. In hindsight, the woman that I had hoped to marry on Guam wasn't the best for me. She wore pants (not modest), she was a BJU graduate (a Lordship Salvation cult), and she was a career-oriented female as a nurse, hardly wife material. I suppose I should be singing Garth Brooke classic song titled, "Thank God For Unanswered Prayer.”
Thank God For Unanswered Prayer (Garth Brooks)
I lost all respect for her the day she sided with her God-cursed pastors at Harvest Baptist Church, who are spiritual criminals. Pastor Jack Hyles taught me, “To lose something in the will of God is to find something better.” If I hadn't taken a stand at Harvest Baptist Church for the inspiration King James Bible, and taken a stand against their toxic counterfeit gospel of Lordship Salvation, she would have married me, because I never would have been forced to leave the church by that wolf in sheep's clothing, Marty Herron. These are the demons from my past. 2nd Timothy 4:14, “Alexander the coppersmith did me much evil: the Lord reward him according to his works:”
Let us all be grateful that we are not quadriplegics stuck in wheelchairs. I was driving to CVS Pharmacy yesterday to pick up my pain medication, and I saw a woman riding in her electric wheelchair down the sidewalk. I immediately thought how fortunate I am to still be able to walk, and I thanked and praised our good and faithful God. I love what Pastor Jack Hyles taught me: “The foundation of gratitude is the expectation of nothing.”
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