JOY pays a visit

I slumped into the sofa, exhaling my breath like a sigh. The dark room surrounded me with an air of melancholy; the mood was depressing. The neighborhood began to become noisy with the dogs barking; there was probably someone strolling down the road. Something slipped through the postal slot in my door and fell to the tiled floor. It was the postman. I got to my feet and numbly walked to the envelope lying on the floor. I picked it up and found it to be unmarked. I tore it open to find a letter addressed to me. It said:


Dear Kristian

It’s not common for me to be saddened for any matter, but that is how I feel since we have not met for a great while. We spent a lot of time with each other but recently, I think you have been absent. Therefore I have taken the liberty to pay you a visit today. If you are willing, answer the door when I knock, will you? The time of my arrival is when you have finished reading this letter.



The doorbell rang.

Joy? This couldn’t have been happening! But if Joy was behind that door, how could it accuse me of being absent? Was not Joy absent? The sadness of life, the nostalgia of the past, the despair of pain, and the tragic events of every day, how could Joy even exist?

The doorbell rang again.

Could Joy even be real? The world is becoming worse and worse. There was no reason to be happy. Evil is rampant, and good is withering away; how could Joy even show their face?

The doorbell rang a third time.

I grabbed the door and pulled it open. A woman stood there with a broad smile on her beautiful face. Her matted blond hair was soaked in the outside downpour. It was raining cats and dogs. She wore white jeans with yellow sneakers that matched her blouse. I was perplexed at her appearance.

The wind surged through the neighbourhood, but she stood there, enduring the gusts of wind. She extended her hand, “Hello, Kristian. I’m Joy.”

I turned around and said, “You can come in.” I slumped on the sofa again, and Joy walked in, closed the door to keep the wind from blowing in. She then sat on the couch opposite me, her smile still radiant.

“Can I help you?” I asked with a hint of hostility. The letter that was given had added to my indifference to someone I didn’t even know. She had accused me of having a problem and then blamed me for having it. Joy wasn’t going to get the good side of me. 

“Maybe I should ask you that?” Joy quipped.

“I don’t need your help. You have been absent from my life for so long that I’m fine without you.”

Joy look around the dark and gloomy living room, “Seems like it.”


“Being alive and living are two different things.”

I sighed.

“I haven’t been absent from you, Kristian, you have been absent from me.”

“What nonsense!” I spat.

“If you have been thirsty, it is not because the water hasn’t come to you, it is because you haven’t been to the water.”

“There we go again,” I remarked, “It’s all my fault!”

“Most of the time, people don’t like me.”

“I don’t blame them.”

“They love the sadness,” Joy continued, “They love to feel melancholy, the nostalgia of the past. They listen to the songs that make them sad because they somehow find it relatable. They think that their life is a path down a gloomy forest; the mist of despair blinds them from me. They become addicted to depression, they tend to love the pity party they constantly celebrate. They don’t want me because they either feel they don’t deserve me or probably because if they did have me, they might lose me.”

“I know many have believed in you, Joy. They revolved their entire lives around you, and guess what happened?” I stood up and stuck my finger into her face, “They had tragedy strike them! They had to face death and pain, where’s your joy now, huh?”

Joy sighed, “If there were no tragedies, I wouldn’t be here now, would I?”


I, Joy, cannot be defined unless sadness exists. I cannot be chosen if depression wasn’t real. I am here so that even amid pain and tragedy, I can still impact your life. People usually mourn over the dead; lately, many have been grieving over life.”

I sat in silence, my mind struck with the absence of words. Joy was right. I was on the wrong side of my emotions; instead of enjoying life, I mourned it.

“I’m really sorry,” I said.

“You have only yourself to apologize to,” said Joy, “You were the author of your own pain.”

Joy got up to leave. She arrived at the door.

“Thank you,” I said.

She turned to me and smiled, “You can thank me with your constant invitations. I would like to be in every part of your life…”

She opened the door, and the sun shone inside with brilliance, lighting up the room. Joy stepped outside as the light grew brighter, and she disappeared into the sun’s radiance.

And for the first time in a long time, I smiled…

Truth Finale: Kristian Meets Love

I, Kristian, am the Defender of Truth. Upon many attempts to gain an official encounter with Him, I managed to meet Truth in person. However, it was not like how I had expected. Instead, He seemed to have bluntly ignored me and told me to meet a random stranger. He said Her name was Love, and indeed, I was dejected that Truth drove off, leaving me standing there in the middle of the road. I was rather angry, so after I had emptied the AK47 into the two motorbikes, I climbed into my Pantera and drove off into the night.

Don’t ask me how, but I stood outside Her door. I knocked. This was the abode of Love, Truth told me to come here. The door opened, and a young woman stood before me. She was gorgeous and lovely despite the scars that were scattered across her face. She wore a white hat with a white trench coat and slacks. She smiled, “Hello, Kristian.”


“Do come in,” she gestured as she made way for me to come through.

“Any idea why I have to even be here?” I remarked.

Love smiled, “You’re not the first to ask that, even in that manner. But don’t you worry, you will soon find out.”

I gulped down the guilt that sat in my throat, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s no issue, Kristian, I see now why my husband sent you here.”

“Your husband?” I spat in astonishment, “You’re married?”

Love chuckled and looked at me with her deep blue eyes, “We have been married for so many years, Kristian, we go back to the beginning of time.”

“Well, I didn’t know that,” I shrugged. “I’ve been fighting for the Truth for a long time. I finally met Him, and He gave me the cold shoulder. Guess I could at least got a handshake but anyway…”

“Kristian, You have been chasing Truth, and I admire that, but you haven’t chased the full Truth, only what you thought it was.”

“Huh?” I frowned, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You can’t have the Truth without Love, and you can’t have Love without the Truth. They are married together. One without the other is not the entirety of their identity.”

“Okay, nice analogy, but the Truth is out there spreading the essential facts so that people can come to the light. What does Love have to do with it?”

“Well, Love is the reason why the Truth is out there risking His life so that people can be saved. Without Love, there’s no reason to spread the Truth, and without Truth, there’s no way to spread Love. Besides, you were really saving people when you blew them away with bullets, right?”

For the first time, the Truth stung me. But I also felt loved, and I realized that this couple worked amazingly together. I stared at Her beautiful face, trying to go beyond the innocent smile on her face.

“How did the scars come?”

Sadness crept into her eyes as she spoke, still smiling, “Every time someone rejects the Truth or me, it hurts…

It wasn’t long before I was back on the street, briskly walking towards my Pantera when a Rolls Royce stopped by. The chauffeur called to me, “Excuse me, I’m looking for a Kristian.”

“That would be me,” I replied with curiosity, “who’s asking?”

“I’ve been sent by Truth to collect you.”

I opened the door, and the Rolls Royce surged forward towards the night.

It wasn’t long before we arrived at a church. The sign Church of God is boldly portrayed at the entrance. The driver led me towards the door, which he opened and beckoned me to enter. There was a figure at the end of the auditorium, sitting on a high stool. He wore a trench coat and a hat.

“Welcome, Kristian,” the voice echoed from the silhouette, “I’m glad that you have been enlightened by the Truth.”

“Yeah, I guess. Didn’t know how it was supposed to be.”

“But now you know…” the figure got off the chair and walked towards me, “Now you must pledge your allegiance to me, testify that you will follow me and be my servant.”


“You must bow down to me and pledge your allegiance,” the figure repeated as the light shone on the man who walked towards me. He wore a red trench coat and a bowler hat. This wasn’t the man I saw earlier on. But the man looked exactly like Truth.

“I can’t do that.”

The man smiled, “So, you’ve decided to choose the other side now, have you?”

“No,” I replied, “I’m still following the Truth, and that’s the reason why I can see through your fake pretense!”

Deception stared at me with hatred, his lips pursed in anger, “How dare you?”

“You don’t seem to stop your stupid protests, do you? Don’t you know that you will never win no matter how many surgeries you go for?”

“You will pay for your insolence!”

“Not as much as you will pay for your sins!”

“Grab him!” Deception pointed at me. The driver leaped towards me, and I stuck my hand into my pocket and grabbed my car keys. I pressed a button. The man grabbed me and held my hands behind my back. Deception walked towards me, “Today, you will learn of my power!”

The sound of a rumbling engine could be heard, louder and louder.

“What’s that?” Deception asked with annoyance. There was a spray of headlights before the stain-glass windows burst at the entrance of the Pantera that sailed into the auditorium. The car wiped out Deception, sending him airborne. The seats scattered as the Pantera landed and turned. The driver let go of my hands and fled. I walked to my car, climbed in, and sped through the glass doors into the night.

The Pantera sped across the tar roads, traveling under the moonlit sky. I smiled when I saw the white Buick shoot across the intersection ahead. I realized that the Truth was meant to save, not to destroy. It was to liberate, not to imprison. I really enjoyed the visit I had with Love, She knew so much. I learned a lot from her. But I really wished I noticed the military tank following me…



An Impersonation of Truth: Kristian Meets Truth

The figure darted from shadow to shadow in the dimly lit alley. He wore a hood that hid his facial features. He eventually arrived at the door he was hoping to arrive at. He knocked and waited. The peephole slid open.

“Who is it?” the voice grunted.

“It’s Deception.”

“What do you want?”

“I’m looking for Dr. Compromise.”


Deception removed a photo from his trench coat pocket and held it up for the doctor to see. It was a photo of Truth. “I know you’re a good surgeon, I need you to make me look like Him.”

The doctor grunted with humour, “You can never be Him, Dee. Never!”

“I know Doc, but if people thought I was Him, I would get more followers. Just tell me if you can do it.”

“What are you willing to give?”

“A thousand or more souls.”

“Come by tomorrow, we got a deal.”

The white Buick sped along the open road, Truth was heading towards Falcity, a town that seemed to need His presence. Lights in the distance caused Him to slow down as he came to a checkpoint. Officers were standing by. They came towards Him when he stopped by the boom gate. The officer came to his vehicle as Truth rolled down the window.

“Where you going?” asked the officer with a look of annoyance.

“Falcity,” replied Truth.

“Got some ID?”

“If you don’t know me, an ID won’t help.”

“Falcity has banned you,” said the officer with a threatening tone.

“Really?” Truth asked as he slid the gear to reverse.

“Yeah, they said if we ever saw you, we should blow you to bits,” said the officer. He snatched his revolver from his holster, but the Buick was already accelerating backward. Gunshots were fired as Truth turned the car around and sped off into the night. He looked into the rearview mirror and noticed two motorbikes following him, giving chase. Truth stepped harder on the gas pedal, and the car surged forward with a roar. Bullets ricocheted off the white bodywork, and gunshots echoed. A bend in the road appeared, and the white Buick drifted before straightening up, and the bikes followed in an awkward angle.

The distance between the Buick and the bikes were diminishing as they revved harder to catch up. In the distance ahead, a blue Pantera was parked in the middle of the road. Truth slammed the brakes, bring the Buick to a halt to avoid a collision. The bikes braked but couldn’t stop in time and turned to the left and right, causing the bikes to slide horizontally across the road. The door of the Pantera opened, and a man walked out. He pulled out an AK47 and rested it upon his right shoulder. The man wore denim jeans with trainers, a white t-shirt and a grey parka.

“What do we have here?” his snide remark stung the air.

The officer to his right got to his feet and reached for his gun. In a swift movement, the AK47 swung down, and a shot was blasted. The officer flew back, landing on the ground, unconscious. He spun around and shot at the bike that lay on top of the other officer. The bike blew up in flames. The man walked towards the white Buick as Truth rolled down the window.

“Hello, Truth! How are you tonight?”

“Who are you?”

“My name is Kristian,” he said as he offered his hand, “I’m a fan.”

Truth ignored the offer and reached into the console and pulled out a card and offered it to him. Kristian took the card and looked at it. On it was the name ‘Love’ and an address. The card was white, and so was the writing, which made him wonder how he could read it?

“What’s this?” Kristian asked.

“Please pay her a visit.”


“Because you seriously need to…”

“I don’t understand. The Truth is all I need.”

“Unless you fully know her, you cannot fully know me…”



An Impersonation Of Truth

The white 1950 convertible Buick Roadmaster slid into one of the many available spots outside the nightclub. The man climbed out and took a fresh breath of air. He had been the same since He began, traveling with the same car, it never broke down ever since.

It was midnight, and the loud pop music that radiated from inside the club seemed to hurt His ears. The man wore a black fedora hat that matched His leather trench coat. He walked with steady steps towards the door where a bouncer firmly stood. The bouncer stared at Him with intimidation, but He didn’t flinch.

“Can I help you?” asked the bouncer.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” He replied as he moved towards the door, but the bouncer blocked his way.

“We don’t allow your kind around here.”

“That is exactly the problem,” He replied, “I’m here to change that, you guys need me.”

“Deception says that you’re bad for business. I don’t think we need you.”

“Now, why would he say that?” He asked.

“Deception knows what you do. He can’t stand you.”

“I’ll only be inside for a bit. Just got something to say.” He shrugged.

“I know who you are, “the bouncer said, “I said no!”

Truth sighed.

The door blew open at the weight of the bouncer as he crashed inside, the door sailed into the air before crashing into the speakers, destroying the sound equipment. The reverb was deafening as Truth walked through the startled crowd. The scantily dressed women on the stage stopped dancing, and the musicians stopped the music. The strobe lights continued to shoot rays of electronic beams across the club. Truth got onto the stage.

A murmur in the crowd began to simmer, “Hey, who’s this guy? Why is He crashing our party?”

“Ladies and gentlemen, I greet you all in the Truth of all things. I greet you in the intrinsic reality of our time. For what you hold isn’t true, nor is it tangible. It is entirely counterfeit. Deception has made a living by giving you the appearance of something non-existent. You have bought pleasures and lusts that only damage your soul. What you need is the Truth, nothing else.”

Someone in the crowd shouted out, “Get this guy out of here! He’s a judgmental hypocrite. A Pharisee!” The group raged in protest. “Who are you to judge?”

Truth raised his hands, “I’m not judging. I have not given a verdict. All I have stated are facts and historical information. All I’m saying is the Truth.”

“People don’t want the truth, my enemy!” the voice echoed from the balcony that hung across the top of the club. Truth looked up to Deception; he was an oversized man with a ghastly appearance. His face radiated evil with piercing black eyes that sometimes turned red. He wore a red bowler hat that matched his scarlet trench coat. He pointed at Truth with his gloved hand, “How dare you come into my territory and tell my people what to do? You don’t belong here anymore.”

“I’m here to give these people one last chance to turn to me. I believe there is still hope. What you are selling to them isn’t going to be there forever, it will fail.”

Deception roared with laughter, “By the time anyone figures anything out, it will be already too late!”

Truth gritted His teeth. “That only means you know that I win in the end.”

The smile on Deception’s face disappeared, “I really don’t know what’s your problem, Truth. I make these people happy, I give them good music, good stories, and lessons of life. I give them a good feeling deep down as well on the outside. No one needs to feel offended by you anymore. I am the future, and you know it.”

“As far as I am concerned, you have no future, you will be soon exterminated.”

Truth turned to the crowd again, “People listen to me, this world can’t give you anything worth your soul. The pleasures can’t satisfy you either. You have to turn to what is true.”

“Oh, shut up!” screamed a woman, “I love it here.”

Truth looked up at the balcony again to see Jezebel dressed in a red trench coat and a white hat. She leaned against the balustrades, stared at Truth with red eyes.

“Why am I not surprised?” Truth muttered.

Lust followed as well, and so did Heresy. Pride and Adultery appeared to find out what was going on. Idolatry and Lukewarm walked in with curiosity. They stared at Truth with hatred and anger.

“You don’t belong here,” they said in unison with an unearthly voice.

Jezebel pointed at the Truth, “People who follow me, you don’t need this man. He is here to stir up trouble and take away what God has given us. He seeks to divide us…”

“That’s not true!” protested Truth, “I’m here to warn you of the coming judgment, it will arrive soon, and you need to prepare for the Kingdom that will remain forever. Stop investing in this world, it’s going  to pass away!”

Jezebel raised her voice, “He seeks to take away what belongs to us! Rid the earth of him!”

The crowd shouted in an uproar and rushed towards Truth, who fled towards backstage, desperately trying to find a backdoor. Finding one behind the curtains, he kicked it down and escaped into the night. The crowd carried clubs and sticks as they chased after Him. They wanted to kill him.

Truth rushed around the building and made a beeline to his Buick. He jumped in, and the engine roared to life. He backed her out of the parking lot and sped to the exit. He could see the crowd chasing after him in his rearview mirror. He shook his head as he saw the sign that appeared at the entrance of the club: Church Of God

Sex of the Times

You know for a fact that when an article like this is posted, it’s serious business. Sex has been crushed and burnt in the incinerator of modern times. The perversion of this God-given gift is blasphemy in His sight as we tragically twist it into something else. When God originally created sex it was for a divine purpose.

Genesis 9:7 As for you, be fruitful and increase in number; multiply on the earth and increase upon it.”

However, many other individuals have taken this sacred act and used it for evil.

David had sex because of lust…

2 Samuel 11:2 One evening David got up from his bed and walked around on the roof of the palace. From the roof he saw a woman bathing. The woman was very beautiful,and David sent someone to find out about her. The man said, “She is Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam and the wife of Uriah the Hittite.” Then David sent messengers to get her. She came to him, and he slept with her. (Now she was purifying herself from her monthly uncleanness.)Then she went back home. The woman conceived and sent word to David, saying, “I am pregnant.”

Amnon had sex because of lust… (Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree)

2 Samuel 13:10-14 Then Amnon said to Tamar, “Bring the food here into my bedroom so I may eat from your hand.” And Tamar took the bread she had prepared and brought it to her brother Amnon in his bedroom. But when she took it to him to eat, he grabbedher and said, “Come to bed with me, my sister.”

“No, my brother!” she said to him. “Don’t force me! Such a thing should not be done in Israel! Don’t do this wicked thing. What about me? Where could I get rid of my disgrace? And what about you? You would be like one of the wicked fools in Israel. Please speak to the king; he will not keep me from being married to you.” But he refused to listen to her, and since he was stronger than she, he raped her.

Onan had sex because it was his duty…

Genesis 38: 8-10 Then Judah said to Onan, “Sleep with your brother’s wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to raise up offspring for your brother.” But Onan knew that the child would not be his; so whenever he slept with his brother’s wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from providing offspring for his brother. What he did was wicked in the Lord sight; so the Lord put him to death also. Lot’s daughters wanted to multiply but the way they went about it was sinful incest. Their descendants were eventually wiped out as they became enemies of Israel…

Lot’s daughters had sex to multiply but how they did it was not of God. Their descendants of incest became Israels enemies and were eventually wiped out…

Genesis 19:30-32 Lot and his two daughters left Zoar and settled in the mountains, for he was afraid to stay in Zoar. He and his two daughters lived in a cave. One day the older daughter said to the younger, “Our father is old, and there is no man around here to give us children—as is the custom all over the earth. Let’s get our father to drink wine and then sleep with him and preserve our family line through our father.

Jacob had sex because of the jealousy and competition between his wives, Rachel and Leah…

Genesis 30:1-3 When Rachel saw that she was not bearing Jacob any children, she became jealous of her sister. So she said to Jacob, “Give me children, or I’ll die!” Jacob became angry with her and said, “Am I in the place of God, who has kept you from having children?” Then she said, “Here is Bilhah, my servant. Sleep with her so that she can bear children for me and I too can build a family through her.”

Absalom had sex as a sign of rebellion...

2 Samuel 16:22 So they pitched a tent for Absalom on the roof, and he slept with his father’s concubines in the sight of all Israel.

Judah slept with a prostitute because he was a lonely, bereaved widower…

Genesis 38:15-16 When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, “Come now, let me sleep with you.”

Abraham had sex because of impatience…

Genesis 16:1-4 Now Sarai, Abram’s wife, had borne him no children. But she had an Egyptian slave named Hagar; so she said to Abram, “The Lord has kept me from having children. Go, sleep with my slave; perhaps I can build a family through her.” Abram agreed to what Sarai said. So after Abram had been living in Canaan ten years, Sarai his wife took her Egyptian slave Hagar and gave her to her husband to be his wife. He slept with Hagar, and she conceived. When she knew she was pregnant, she began to despise her mistress.

As you can see, nothing much as changed. People have twisted the concept of sex and love to the point that we have involved ourselves with something entirely different. The question is, in the bedroom, are we having sex or are we enjoying the abuse that we have been taught by society?


But what would a single, 25-year-old virgin like me know? Well, let’s look at the statistics from…

76% of millennials lose their virginity by 18,

45% of them lose it between 16 and 18

31% lose their virginity by 15

Why are young people losing their virginity at such an early age? Teenagers have become involved in sexual activity when they should be planning their futures. Instead, it is obstructed by pregnancies and sexual diseases such as herpes and other infirmities. (Herpes can be transmitted via sex or even kissing.)

The reason why teenagers are involved in sexual activity is because they have been taught this through many types of media. Music, movies, books, and influences such friends who have stumbled upon sexual content over the internet. And because they haven’t been taught at a young age what is right, they will easily accept what is wrong and that impairs their minds view of sex. You cannot allow your children to watch and listen to content that promotes masculinity by how many girls a man sleeps with and feminity by how promiscuous she is. Gentlemen’s character is the thing of the past and so is modesty. But that doesn’t mean we can’t raise a generation that holds onto purity.

Sex should be done after marriage, not before. Sex has never been a problem when it was inside of a marriage, only when it is outside of it…

25% of married people have been with only one sexual partner

Sex with many partners has an effect on relationships, whether it was before or during the relationship. Infidelity has only caused pain and it can be struck up from past relationships.

61% of millennials have had a one night stand, (31% had one or two, 16% had three to five one night stands)

God never designed relationships for one night stands. Relationships were made to be forever, a covenant that only death can destroy. One night stands tend to make machines out of us, desiring sex that never satisfies but denies us the intimacy that we truly inwardly crave.

88% of men and women masturbate, (94% of men masturbate, 83% of women masturbate)

Relationships and sex were made for two people of the opposite gender only. Masturbation is a secret thing and that what captivates many individuals. No one judges them and that’s why it feels acceptable. But masturbation is a sinful fantasy in the mind of lust. It can get addictive and cause problems later on when you engage in real relationships.

26% of millennials include pornography in their sexual activity

Pornography is the number one killer of love. It doesn’t teach it, it diminishes it in your psychology. Pornography reduces the brain’s function to fall in love and that what makes you lose interest in real relationships. You start to fantasize and reality is never satisfying. Bringing pornography into a marriage is the most destructive thing you can do because once everything is done, the lust for more isn’t quenched, the search for a new partner will begin. Someone who can provide more lustful and perverted fantasies. Pornography is the practice of rape and human trafficking.

24% have sex with multiple partners

This increases unfaithfulness and spreads STD’s, causing pain wherever you go. HIV is also the number one killer. You may use protection but even a kiss can spread this sexual disease. The soul ties caused by these interactions can cause adverse effects on your spirituality.

36% are inclined to BDSM

BDSM stands for bondage, discipline, submission and masochism. It is a sexual preference for abuse and torture. Individuals are bound with ropes, leashes, chains, handcuffs, collars, and are assaulted during their sexual activity. It could even go to the point where partners are treated like prisoners or dogs, a series of inhumane actions that people think is pleasurable.

Two people have sex because they love each other. But how do you love someone if they are tied to the bed like a human trafficking victim? How do you love them if you are acting as if you are raping them? How do you love them if you are having a scene of abuse and torture? And we have movies and books like 50 Shades of Grey to make all this seem acceptable. People will follow the trends of the media, participating in acts of abuse and selfish lust. How would you find love in a marriage today?

57% have sexted, 49% have sent naked pictures

Ladies, never send a picture of yourself to a guy. Ever! Don’t send bikini pictures or nude images. If a man asks for that, break off the relationship, and block him. Many guys have asked for this picture and then the girl is blackmailed in the relationship otherwise her pictures will be all over the internet. And once a picture hits social media, it could never be taken off. Your reputation will be ruined for life. If your nude picture is over the internet, there will be a lot of gossip about you and you’ll never find a godly guy because they will stay far from you. If a guy asks you for a picture, ask yourself: why he would want it? Is he going to be lusting after your body when you’re not around? What could he be doing with? Such an ungodly and lustful man should not be in a relationship with you.

Sending lustful text messages and dirty-minded texts will only remove the boundaries of your relationship. Very soon, those expressed thoughts and words will become actions…

51.6% was the increase of orders for sex dolls during the lockdown in February and March.

This is one of the scariest things I’ve heard of. I’m surprised there’s no horror movie based on sex dolls. What could we expect? A demon-possessed sex doll killing people? Reading the article in the YOU Magazine The Future Of Sex page 88-91, the article made me sick to the core. There’s a factory in California that manufactures sex dolls using silicon that feels like skin. You can choose what type of sex doll you want and even get one that could talk to you with AI technology. Slowly, but surely, they are practically replacing the human being and changing the reason why we exist. Why are sex dolls wrong? It’s not love, it’s lust. And it’s the same thing as masturbating. Sex dolls will remove the possibility of love, reduce human interaction, and totally destroy intimacy. Humans have no need for machines when it comes to emotions and desire.


So in conclusion, please define sex by what the Creator called it to be. People have twisted it, mixed it with other profanities in the blender of perversion, and still have the audacity to call it the same thing. The Bible has it’s standard and instruction regarding sex, we need to follow that instead of what the media says, instead of what depraved minds are lusting after and instead of what Satan wants to use to destroy God’s creation. If you have sinned sexually in the past, there is still redemption in Christ Jesus who came to set the captives free. He alone can provide a godly partner and a godly relationship but you will have to trust Him and include Him in your marriage…