I remember as a kid reading a comic book whose series centered around ironic and gruesome tales of people who let bad influences take advantage of them. I think that was “Tales from the crypt” or “The twilight zone” or something along those lines.
There was one in particular that stuck out and influenced me from then on. It was about a guy who loved to read news stories about horrible events. He loved reading about the pain that was inflicted during the victims’ final moments. Most were mass accidents like airline crashes and car pileups and etc.
I can’t remember the fate that came to him as a result. But I remember being intrigued by the idea that people would find pleasure in knowing the details of others deaths. It saddened me and made me wonder about how normal people thought about things.
I think I was about 9 or 10 at the time and was realizing I wasn’t like normal people.
If a company spent time and energy printing a comic book about this, then I figured many people thought like this character did in the story. Why else make a tale warning them about the spiritual aspects of their interests?
From then on I always wondered what people were really thinking when they were presenting the news. Were they horrified, or excited? And what ironic fates were in store for them?
Pretty heavy stuff for someone who hadn’t yet lived a dozen years on this planet. Well, I was also witnessing stories the media painted about the horrors of the Vietnam war during that time as well. It made sense that I’d be thinking about how people would act and react in times of crisis.
Do pray for protection. Nor out of fear but out of wisdom and comfort. Stay under that huge umbrella of protection God provides. Whatever brand of Goodness you are drawn to, seek it and stay close to it.
