On Monday, the news is all over school: A drinking party got raided and half of the popular kids at school were caught!
Pat plunks down beside you at lunch.
“Holy Smoke! I’m glad I didn’t go to that Voodoo Ritual after all. I’d have lost my scholarship!”
“What??!!” you shout. “You’re the one who wanted me to go with you in the first place — and you didn’t go??!!”
Pat replies defensively. “Hey! From talking with you about it I got to thinking and decided even if I’m questioning my faith I shouldn’t go messing in black magic and stuff. After all: it might be real!”
You can tell the conversation might turn religious. There may be a chance God wants to use you. You wait for two beats and then joke, “yeah! who’d have thought it was a theme party! I thought you were serious and it really was voodoo! But either way, booze and drugs can be just as bad as black magic.”
“What?” Pat says.
“In that they both can ruin your life. Even if you don’t believe in the supernatural, you know that’s true,” you allow.
“I’m not sure what I believe about the supernatural, but drugs are bad, that’s for sure.”
Now that you’re on common ground you start to open up.
“Well, Pat, I do believe in the supernatural. So for me, drugs and booze are just tools of the devil. Ephesians 6:12 says, ‘For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.'”
Pat looks at you quizzically, “I don’t see the connection.”
“It’s simple,” you say, “whether it’s animal sacrifice and chicken heads or some kind of chemical high, the goal of the devil is to get you distracted and lead you into deeper and deeper trouble, so he’ll use whatever he can do accomplish that.”
This gets a nod from Pat, but you don’t think you should push matters further. At least not today.
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