My Writing. My words.

by Ray Comfort

Some people ask the question, "Is it wrong that I share my faith out of a motive of guilt? Shouldn't I simply want to please God?" The answer is that we should have a pure motive for reaching the lost, but sometimes we don't. Think of a firefighter. The person he climbs a ladder to rescue couldn't care less about his motive for saving them from being burned to death by the terrifying flames. He may be up there because he wants to please his fire chief, or he may be there because he felt guilty snoozing in the fire station when people needed to be rescued. Why he's there is of little consequence. All that matters is the fact that he is there. So, don't get caught up in why you should be reaching out to the lost. Just do it.

Oh, boy... He managed to hold out for a whole thirteen hours before posting a photo of himself kissing the Main Heroine to his Instagram Stories. Well. At least that's something.

. . . It reminded me of that old, hopelessly overused quote from Wind, Sand and Stars:

"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."

Only this is one of those rare occasions where the quote misses the mark entirely.

Because anyone can see that the only thing connecting the two people in the photo on the left is a cartoon cow on a motorcycle farting out little hearts—not any actual affection, not chemistry, not intimacy, and certainly not love.

Like I've said before, every clumsy attempt to position 🌀 as part of the Main Character's personal narrative seems to have the opposite effect. Rather than convincing people, it increasingly leaves the general audience wondering whether SRH is interested in women at all.

And using 'Sweet Emotion' as the background music? That somehow makes it even more awkward.

You talk about things that nobody cares Wearing out things that nobody wears You're calling my name but I gotta make clear I can't say, baby, where I'll be in a year