What we are up against

June 7th 2038

Letters from the Front

06/07/38

Dear Family,

I thank you for your prayers, just as much as I thank you for the gift you sent. I received it at approximately 3am, after my 3rd consecutive hour of preaching.

Thank you. John was eager to see me and bring me the gift, and he wants me to tell you that he’s ok. He will be staying with me here for the next week as we take turns preaching.

The crowds here at The Vote are growing thicker and thicker. Every politician seeking election has their booths, barking at passersby more and more every day. The “President”, of course, gets the main stage to vomit his demagoguery upon the gathered masses. 

Jawson will be casting his Ballot in a matter of weeks, July 2nd, 12:00am.

Before I proceed any further, I must give you a warning. John informed me that my first letter was read aloud this past Sunday, to the Congregation. This one won’t be able to, unless it is censored.

For those of you who have been to The Vote before, you know that the event occupies an entire city. Populated to its fullest only one year out of five, the city comes to life during that one year. Hundreds of hotels and even more restaurants, each one operating 24hrs a day. They actually built an amusement park last year, and to say that the noise coming from it is bothersome, is an understatement. 

One of the hotels, where I will be preaching outside of, as soon as I finish typing, is specifically for sex, and it is not the only such Hotel here. However, my reason for going to the one I am today, is because it is the only one whose ground floor, is an Operating room with wall to wall and floor to ceiling windows.

Only the Patients and the Doctors are allowed on this floor, for “safety”, of course, but the stadium seating on every side of the building allow viewing from every angle. Were that enough, one could just scan the towering QR Code projected onto the side of the skyscraper to watch it all transpire on your phone.

You can watch, and cheer, and ask questions of the Attending Nurse that narrates every procedure. If someone is watching through their phone, they can participate in the live chat, send digital “gifts” to the patient, and, for a price, they can even have their own cameras turned on so they can stream their reactions to their social media followers. 

To not be vague, I am talking about gender reassignment surgery. I'm talking about double mastectomies; about young women, 13 and 14 years old, having a section of their quadricep surgically removed, wrapped in skin from their forearm, and having a rudimentary penis fashioned out of it. Or, men, having their God given penis dissected length wise, turned inside out, and then pushed back inside of their body to form a vagina. Or if that isn't an option for him, he can have a section of his colon removed and implanted where his penis was removed from.

Yes these people will be incapacitated and unable to cast their vote, and with no option for early, surrogate, or mail-in voting, their voice will not be heard. But the social rush of having your “identity” verified in front of millions of people, during the heartbeat of your Nation, is to them, just as important. 

And that is just the ground floor.

As I said, this hotel is specifically targeted for sex. Sex in any fashion, any kind of partner and any number of partners. Is this type of sex for you? Go to this floor. Is that type of sex for you? Go to that floor. Sex for religious or spiritual reasons?

Go to the top floor.

However, as the seething masses have informed me through the flecks of dried foam spat forth from their dry lips, “the people are the ones who decide what is moral.”. Which means nothing more than that the furthest limits of the law are well enjoyed . Children, I, and any sensible person would call them, as young as 13 are allowed to enter and engage, with parental consent, of course.

If the tone of this letter seems to be more acidic than the previous, it is because of this. The limits of what an individual may engage in to physically fight against evil, when the government being the only one having the right from God to wage war, and the government were living under being vile and wicked…threatens to push me into sin. I know that The Holy Spirit is the only one capable of changing someone’s heart, and that faith comes by preaching…so that is what I will do. I will preach. I will plead. I will speak of the glorious forgiveness of Christ, up to and including those who have butchered their bodies and have lain with children. Christ can forgive them all.

But the temptation to take up arms is not far from my mind. For other circumstances, I would let the idea live within my thoughts, examining it from every angle, offering up arguments for and against it, and letting the manner in which my mind works be used to come to a conclusion. However, with depravity such as this before me, I can not let it linger within me. I fear that the more I think on such things, the more likely my flesh will force me into a decision that my soul will disapprove of. I suppose, in the divine providence of God, this is why John is here with me. His iron sharpens mine, and mine was quite dull. Rusty and malformed, doing more damage than one that is straight and true. Thank you again for sending him. 

Perhaps there is one in our Congregation, or one who knows more than me on these matters, that could lead me in this area. That could answer this question. Thank you in advance.

Please keep me in your prayers as I go to preach at the gates of Hell. Pray that I would decrease and Christ would increase. Pray that my words would be born not of a mixture of my own anger and sorrow towards those who mutilate and desecrate their very bodies, but that they would speak of nothing but the blood-bought forgiveness available to any who repent of their sins and believe upon Jesus Christ. Pray that my tears, though they threaten to overwhelm my strength to withhold them, will fail to usurp my will to keep them hidden. Not out of fear of being seen as weak, or small, but out of a fear that should a single drop escape, it will then produce a fountain well suited to arrest any words that my feeble heart may bring forward. Pray for me brothers and sisters. For I am small. I am weak. I am prone to the desire to take action into my own hands and wrestle the youngest of them away from the blades of those who wish to do them harm. 

Shawn Polemos

Missionary to The Vote