God bless me and how about you, too? The Lord works in good ways, doesn’t he? Yes, he does. I’m here again on Studio8.net with another message that God inserted into my heart while I was searching the obituaries of a week-old newspaper. I do this every week so I can find people that might need a pastor for their dead relative’s funeral.

     So while browsing the paper, I read an article that said that the Supreme Court has granted human rights to aborted babies so the aborted babies can now sue the evil people who kill them every day. To celebrate this win for the Holy Righteous, I’ve written the following little story. May it touch your eyes and your brains and your hearts.

     And now I present to you, "If a Fetus Can Love Jesus, Why Can’t You?: A Pastor's Journey into Satanic Death Part 2".

	Above: Two young girls and two young men. Gee, I wonder if they are thinking about having sex together. That's probably what they are talking about!

     Carol was a pretty girl. At the tender age of sixteen, she could have sexual intercourse with just about any person or thing in the entire county of Junebug, Alabama. And she did, too.

     But Carol was not a smart girl, by any means. First and foremost because she did not have any hint of Jesus Christ in her life. She had no idea that Jesus had been slung up on a cross before time began so he could soak up all of her sins in his blood and defeat Satan with a taste of his own medicine. Also, Carol let men ejaculate themselves into her body, which resulted in the creation of many unwanted baby children. And this led to a string of filthy abortions.

     See, to Carol, sex was just something that felt good. Her tiny mind couldn’t imagine that Jesus nurtures and names each and every little fetus in Heaven before it is sent down to Earth to be born. Nor did she know that every aborted fetus is vacuumed back up into Heaven to join Jesus and all of their fetus friends.

And when Jesus is nuzzling all of those little baby fetuses on the roads of pearly gold, do you think he looks down and smiles at young Carol for sending her fetuses back to Heaven for him to take care of? If betting wasn’t a filthy sin, I’d hope that you would bet no! Jesus doesn’t mind that he has to feed and bathe and change all the poopey diapers for those swaddled babes, no sir. It puts a thrill in his heart. Oh, the precious bloody heart of Jesus…

Doesn’t that just make you want to fall to the cross’ feet and weep like an unborn babe at the hands of murderous men who call themselves doctors? Speaking of weeping, our young lady Carol did quite a bit of weeping herself from making all of those babies that she didn’t want to make.

By the time she had reached twenty years of age, Carol had spread herself around in the sexual bedding of greater than 800 young men, none of whom had stopped up their sperm flowage by using rubber condoms. Not that rubber condoms should be distributed amongst the world’s youth today. That would only cause more teen-aged pregnancies, and everyone knows that.

On top of all the wear and tear that the sexual intercourse took on her nubile body, the evil-minded Carol had to deal with the wear and tear of her feminine innards as a result of the powerful fetus-capturing devices that probed her every month or so. From that point on, Carol began taking hard street drugs into her brain and also contracted several life-threatening diseases.

What Carol failed to understand is that if young people live out their fantasies and indulge themselves in Satan’s sweet sins, they are inviting a bunch of deadly demons to take up residence in their bodies. And demons don’t treat their homes nicely. Thus, before she ever reached the legal adult age of twenty-one years, Carol was dead and buried, her soul turning up at Heaven’s gate, seeking entrance into God’ glory.

But all Jesus had to do was take one look into the unformed eyes of all those unnaturally aborted babies that Carol had expelled out of her body and He knew what He had to do. Turning his blushing cheek away, Jesus sentenced Carol’s soul to Hell for all of eternity.

      Once in Hell, Carol whined like a little baby and wished that her flesh would stop burning and that maggots would stop crawling in her bones. But Carol was a sinner and she will be dead, living in misery, for as long as you could ever imagine…and even beyond that!

      Will you be like Carol? Will you take your healthy cute little fetus and stick it in the toilet and push the handle? Will you love Jesus more than He loves you?

     That is just one of many tragic tales of young people and sin that I have written. You can expect to see many, many more on this website until I start seeing a major moral and sexual improvement in America’s youth culture of today. If you would like to receive a written transcript of the above story, please e-mail me or pray and tell God that you would like one.