Smash And Repent

I know you're not supposed to gloat at the demise of the wicked, but I can't help it this time. Okay, I can never help it. I rejoice when God-haters get a taste of what they can expect in eternity.

I read a newspaper article a few days ago that really got me smiling. A sports car was all but totalled when the idiot driving it slammed it into the side of a road -- speed and booze are the apparent reasons for the once awesome beast of a car now lying in a crumpled wreck in some scrap yard.

The driver apparently bolted. Don't blame him.

But here's the part that got me whooping with joy. The car -- a four million rand Italian sports car -- was licensed to an adult sex shop. Ha! You see? Crime does not pay, and neither does porn. Next time I stage a placard-wielding protest outside a sex shop, I will be waving giant laminated posters featuring images of the wrecked sports car with a dire warning of Turn From Porn Or Prepare For A Climactic Catastrophe in illuminated letters.

As you can see, I'm not into this love the sinner, but hate the sin thing. That's just pussy-footing around evil. Confront the sinner, I say, with the fiery warnings of God's Word and then you'll see some results.

Fight the good fight.