Well, we survived Hurricane Irene. Salisbury, the area that I just left, got hammered by Irene, but we were almost untouched. We had a bit of rain, but nothing to really be afraid of. I'm almost disappointed.
I understand that there were 24 deaths during the hurricane, most of them involving being out in the hurricane. There was one who died because he was trying to surf during a hurricane.
I don't understand this. People know tht it's a hurricane, that it's a big hurricane, that it will most likely cause a lot of damage. When I think this, the first thing that comes to mind is not surfing. It's potential death.
So often, people try to play around with serious things. Teens often get their start on drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes because of curiosity. Pornography claims its share of people playing around. Others start to rob or break other laws because of the rush it gives them, the feeling of power that they have.
Just like the people who died because of playing with Mother Nature, many people die because they're playing with Satan. The teenager starts on drugs, saying that later on he'll quit. Later on comes and goes, and he cannot.
Let me give you some very simple advice. Don't play with Satan. He doesn't want you to be happy. He promises you happiness in very attractive packages, but on tearing open the gift wrap you're left with only pleasure, a cheap imitation whose afterscent reeks of quick choices, shortcuts that lead nowhere.
The road to heaven is not easy. It wasn't easy for Him. It will not be easy for us.