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I sometimes take an Uber shared ride to certain places when I have no other means. Since my knee surgery I still can’t walk far, and I have appointments I need to keep. So whenever possible, I take an Uber, and when I leave the car, I give the driver a Gospel tract.

Uber rates both drivers and riders. You start off with a 5 star rating, then as you drive people around or use the service for rides, you’re rated by other drivers/riders. I was at a steady 4.90, but now my rating went down to 4.86. I don’t know for sure, but it might be because most people don’t like to hear the truth, or just don’t want to be bothered, or don’t like me giving them something they don’t want. Well, whatever, I’m still going to hand out tracts because 1. Nobody else does it, 2. I care about their souls, and 3. There is a real burning Hell that awaits them if they’re not born again by the blood of Jesus. It’ll be too late for them if they refuse the Gospel and wind up in a tragic accident.

5 stars or 1 star, it doesn’t matter to me, as long as I do what God tells me to do. I want to serve Him alone, and rest assure that I did my job.

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The darkness is well known for hiding men’s sins and evil carousings. If you look inside a bar, it’s always dark! They never have any lights on except for the neon signs and maybe a few sconces on the wall for decor. But by and large, you’ll never see a bar or lounge that’s lit up like it’s daytime. Why is this? Because people like to hide their sins under cover of darkness, and the liquor establishments don’t want to lose their victims… er, customers.

By the way, God Almighty will destroy all bars, beer distributors, and other places that sell alcohol, and the greedy, money hungry, sin-calloused people who couldn’t care less about the lives of others and make a livelihood of selling booze will all give a detailed account of their sins when they breathe their last and face God in judgment.

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[Her response to an advertisement for a Hell House]

Why would a place that claims to be Christian even want to make light of Hell in such a dismissive manner, as if they are promoting Halloween, or even Hell itself, as something Christian? Is this place going to be a haunted house, or are they going to pass out candy (or rather, what they should do on Halloween is PREACH THE GOSPEL)– or are they giving a literal tour of what they believe to be Hell? That’s making light of the Bible. You can’t go on a tour of Hell, because it is the final destination of the damned! Such arrogance can only lead to more sinful thoughts, while people continue to assume that Hell is no more than a place that you can tour and not a place of fire and brimstone. Let me say this: Hell is not a place for Christians, Hell is for the LOST. This organization (it is certainly NOT a church) are deceivers being deceived.

I admit, this place puzzles me, because it’s not what it seems. Anything can have the label of “Christian” and people think of either the Catholic cult or some kind of weird modernistic junk like what reprobate Rick Warren and his Lordship Salvation crowd promote. I also think of CCM (“CHRISTIAN Contemporary Music”) which is more maggot-infested filth that dares to call itself “CHRISTIAN”. I have half a mind to go here at 6-8pm on HELLoween and pass out real Gospel tracts to the lost. They might think I’m part of their “tour”! Lord knows nobody else cares enough for souls. Hey, I’ll be doing the OPPOSITE of what THEY’RE doing, showing them the way to HEAVEN while they offer HELL!!

Hell is not to be glamorized or exalted in any good way. The Devil is the father of all lies, and this one is one hum-dinger of a lie. The Bible says that Hell was prepared for the DEVIL AND HIS ANGELS. It’s a place of weeping, wailing, gnashing of teeth, intense anger, resentment, utter loneliness, crushing regret, pitiful, screeching cries of WHY? WHY, GOD? WHY? WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?? WHY???? It’s where the howlings of the damned never cease, the blackest of darkness never giving way to light, burning sulfur that consumes your never-dying soul, flames that cannot be quenched, and the worms of the eternal lost that will never die. There are no children in Hell. There are no flowers in Hell. There are no beautiful sunsets, or ice cream, or Bibles, or churches in Hell! You’ll scream and cry for God to give you another chance, BUT GOD WILL NOT HEAR YOU!! HELL IS ETERNAL SEPARATION FROM GOD!! It is TOO LATE for the damned!! They’ll NEVER get right with God!! You want a tour of that, fool?? You won’t find it here on earth, while God still gives you breath, but if you die in your sins and go there, you surely will WISH it was a tour!! HELL IS NOT A CORN MAZE, FRIEND! IF YOU END UP IN HELL, YOU’LL NEVER GET OUT!! YOU’LL BE LOST FOR ETERNITY!!

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I’ve had this subject on my mind for a while now, and I never got around to writing about her. This is the story of Liz, a troubled teenager who once lived on my street, but God took her far away. Let me tell you a story.

Liz lived across the street. She and her younger brother (I can’t remember his name) would hang around outside, doing the crass things that unsaved teens do. She was the head of their group of friends and they would catcall me and call me “Beast” whenever I walked up the block.

This went on nonstop. I began to grow afraid of her. It got so bad that I had to use the back door and walk up the driveway to avoid her sneering cries of “BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!” She would say it on and on, over and over, like she was demon possessed. Somehow I knew that she was.

I had a friend back then who was a Godly woman. She heard me complain about this foul-mouthed girl and she simply told me to “show her God’s love.” This had such an impact on me that I knew it was the Holy Ghost speaking through her. So one day I resolved to do just that.

I remember I hesitantly came outside, looking toward the house where Liz lived. Sure enough, there she was, with her brother and her devilish cronies in tow. They saw me and began their usual rant of name calling, the ominous “BEAST! BEAST! BEAST!!” getting louder as I approached.

Finally I asked the Lord to help me show this poor soul His love. I walked across the street and said, “Liz, please don’t say that. I want to be your friend. I want you to know that Jesus loves you!”

I never got a good look at her face. It was all a blur. But she began to back away from me, and to run away as if she was being chased. Her brother and friends just gaped at her and started laughing hysterically at her while I kept coming, saying, “Come on, Liz, I just want to be your friend.” I just kept saying that Jesus loved her as she clambered over patio railings, tripping on steps, trying desperately to get away from the overpowering Light of the world which was in me. This is how I know she was possessed by devils. They can’t bear a true believer who is operating in the power of the Holy Ghost. She finally turned around, and, screaming, she fled from me down the sidewalk and vanished around the corner.

I never saw her again.

Later, I began to notice that Liz was not hanging around at that house anymore. Her brother and friends were gone too. I heard a neighbor say that they had moved. I was so relieved and I thanked God for using me.