Chapter Two 

On more than one occasion, I have fallen into temptation. I lacked the spiritual strength to run away from sin. I was spiritually dead as I stood in church every Sunday morning, ignoring the sin in my life, clapping and singing with a stupid smile. I tolerated sin in my life; that is what sinners do. I confess I was not saved even when I claimed I was. I confess I was in sin and blinded by my deliberate disobedience; I lived in a delusional world. The evidence of my lifestyle was overwhelmingly against me. I was a Sunday morning Christian who stunk of sin.

I would have benefited from stern biblical teaching and maybe a good whooping, but I did not get it. If the pastor was preaching against it, I did not hear it. I continued in my delusion. I was a wild donkey. At 16, I moved away from home and dropped out of school. I began to work and live life, believing this was the extent of life. I could not see past the day, had nothing to live for, and was dead in my transgressions. I was spiritually dead, as are many who claim to be saved. Sunday morning Christians who have never accepted Christ as their savior are dead in sin. They are hurting, they are blind, and they need the truth.

Marriage is honourable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge.

Hebrews 13:4, KJV

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