Aliens And Their Probes

It seems aliens have become God for some people. They made us, they watch us, they influence our lives. They will even take us to the skies! But there's a big difference between aliens and God:
 Aliens are pervs.

When is the last time God did an anal probe? Or stole some sperm? What is with these little guys from Zeta Reticuli?
I'm not waiting around for these dudes to take me away!

But to be serious, these abductions have a lot in common with demonic manifestations. For example, a missionary came to my church once and spoke about a little dancing imp that would sexually harass the women in the village. Naturally, they were afraid of this spirit, who would frequently visit at night. The spirit fled when the women became Christians and cried out to Jesus. Supposedly, when a Christian is harassed by an alien, it also leaves.
Why is that?

Why is it that aliens usually don't bother Bible-thumping Christians? Don't want to hear the gospel? Or maybe our alien buddies aren't from another galaxy, but from a spiritual dimension. Perhaps they are indeed demons, trying to steer mankind away from God, to get us to focus on government conspiracies and hybrids. Think about it. Why would such "highly advanced" beings, who can travel across light years, be so preoccupied by butts and genitals, needles and probes?
That's sick, man. And I think that's the idea.
Fear.

If people are afraid, they can be manipulated. Strange beings stealing you from your bed and experimenting on you is scary. Much like a strange imp visiting you as you sleep and molesting you is scary. Much too coincidental, don't you think?
If people are afraid, they look for a savior. They even call themselves "elohim", which is God's Hebrew name in Genesis. Kind of ballsy of them. I guess they want to be associated with God, or rather, replace Him with their own big-eyed selves. Perhaps they will come and "save" us from some calamity, like a good messiah should.
Me, I'll pass on the alien perverts. I've got a real Messiah.

Devil Magnetic

When Christians meet, they ask each the usual questions: What do you do? How long have you been going to church? We talk about our kids, our jobs, or what God is doing in our lives. But rarely do we ask each other how we got saved. As in: "Under what circumstances did you receive Christ as Savior?"
There are those who make fun of Christians, saying they screwed up their lives so bad that they now need a "crutch". This is true for some, but not everyone who comes to Christ was in the mire. Usually though, it seems a person has to be broken and humbled before they realize they need a savior.
So with that, I will share how I became a Christian. For you skeptics out there, stick around. I'll give you plenty of fodder!

I was an angry young man. I carried within me unresolved grief from my father's death, and it festered like cancer. I refused to cry about it, or deal with it. As I became a teen, the dark side appealed to me: the imagery, the music, the emotion. I would take a step in, be afraid, then take two more. Unknowingly, I was becoming a magnet for evil forces. Pentagrams, inverted crosses, music, and anger brought in new friends, the unseen kind. In a dream one night, I was in an old house, looking out of a window. I saw a glowing green light pass by the window, and then it entered the house. It then got on my back and spoke to me in some infernal mumbling. I slowly awoke, but felt the presence still on my back. After several minutes, I reached for it, but nothing was there.
I paid it no mind.

 My senior year came around, and so did a girl. This was a forbidden relationship, which added to the power of it. I grew angrier and angrier, and not a little crazy. I did not sleep much, and violated my conscience by lying about seeing this girl, and by sleeping with her.

I was chaining myself to the Enemy. I refused to end the relationship even as my sanity slipped. I invited the demons in, you see. Gave them permission. They wanted full possession, and were on their way to take it.
One night, after getting caught at the girl's house, I ran screaming from that place like a madman. Instead of driving home, I decided to return. I waited across the street. I began to lose control of my body, flipping around on the grass. I told her I would be back, but I was not in my right mind anymore. My body kept flipping and contorting even as I returned to my van. Something wanted control.

I wanted to run my van into oncoming traffic. The rage in me was unbearable and wouldn't subside. But a small voice said "Go home." I did. My mom had already gotten the phone call; she knew where I had been. I told her to "Shut up!" She was scared, realizing I had become someone else. But the Devil's power is limited! He can only go as far as God allows.

She presented the gospel of Jesus Christ, and I accepted. Immediately the anger was gone, and I was at peace. Exhausted, but at peace. The madness had fled like a flock of ravens.
 I slept well that night.
I'd like to say I began serving God faithfully after that, but I did not. The chains were still there, and had to be broken over time. God is merciful, though, and I'm still alive and mostly in my right mind! I did make a choice that night, to join Christ and flee from Satan. I would have it no other way. I look forward to seeing Him with my own eyes one day!

"For I know my Redeemer lives, and He shall stand at last on the earth. And after my skin is destroyed, this I know, that in my flesh I shall see God." Job 19:25-26

 

Two Good Bombs

"Two good bombs". You were thinking Fat Man and Little Boy, weren't you? No, I'm talking about two box-office bombs that were pretty good. First up:

Dredd. I have a friend who said it was the most violent movie he ever saw. I guess he forgot about Braveheart. But it is indeed very violent. Karl Urban, you know, from Lord of the Rings, Pathfinder, and 'Bones' from the new Star Trek, plays Judge Dredd. He does it well. Dredd never takes off his helmet, never smiles, never jokes. Just like the comic, for you old-time fans. Like a cold Dirty Harry.

Dredd and Andersen are called to this mega-apartment to look into a murder. Crime boss Ma-Ma is distributing Slo-Mo, a new drug. Things get messy when she shuts down the building, and tells everyone to go after Dredd. Lots of people die, mostly the kind that should.

Yes, that's what I said. The bad guys get wasted with impunity. In one scene, we get to see a bullet go through a guy's face in slow motion, which really is something I've never seen before. His cheek wiggles! Anyway, Dredd has to make his way to the top to find Ma-Ma. Along the way, she whips out a Vulcan cannon and lays waste to one side of the building trying to kill Dredd. Obviously, it doesn't work, and Judge Dredd continues his methodical mayhem until he catches up with Ma-Ma.
Isn't that why we watch these things? For the 'Boom', for the 'Blam', and the 'Crash'?

It's a good sci-fi action film that almost made its budget. Entertaining and good eye candy. Interestingly enough, the movie was praised for the way its women  were portrayed. They stood toe to toe with the men, and not treated as secondary characters.  As far as it being the most violent movie my friend ever saw, he needs to check out this one:

Punisher: War Zone. This blows away the first Punisher by far. This movie is a nihilistic, violent mass of rage! It's so nasty, you could write a term paper on it. It is a spectacle of sadism, starting with the pencil-up-the-nose, to the glass grinder, to the RPG shot, and then the hollow points. And everything in between.
There's nothing quite like it.

Punisher is played by Ray Stevenson this time. That's the guy who made G.I. Joe: Retaliation worth watching (Firefly). He captures the essence of Frank Castle well, right down to the cold, dead stare. Basically, he's the underworld's boogieman, already legendary when the movie begins. He decides to quit after an undercover officer dies in one of his raids, but Jigsaw's shenanigans brings him back.

Ah, Jigsaw! Look at that kisser. Makes Freddy look pretty. I swear, as the movie goes along he gets uglier and uglier. The scene where he gets his face torn apart is absolutely gruesome.
Never let your kids watch it. Ever.
This is a really good terrible movie. It's unrelentingly vicious. And ridiculous. But I don't want to ruin anything for you, so go watch it, if you can.
Stevenson really shines here. In one scene, he visits an old priest friend at church. He is still angry at God for what happened to his family, and tells the priest "I wish I could get my hands on Him." Some serious stuff here, folks. You want to turn away, but you can't.
You might miss the part where Punisher blows some guy's face off with a shotgun. . .

To sum it up, these two movies have one thing in common (besides losing money): Justice. We want to see perverts, sickos, and evildoers get what's coming to them. We want them judged, man! And in these films, bad guys go down by the scores. Something in us hungers for justice, and we get angry when a villain gets away with a crime. Not here. They pay big-time. So far an hour-and-a-half, we can get out some frustration we have with the world and watch God's wrath get poured out on some chumps. Amen?
Amen.