the devil

if the Devil asked Me

... an abortionist relationship with the Adventist ...

If the devil asked me to kill a denomination, I would break the chain of succession by turning the youth against the beliefs of their parents. Just like the Nazis.

First, I would seek out the denominational leaders with the most need for self-importance. I would offer to be a resource for their causes while showing them the illusion of becoming more important amongst men.

This is the first and most difficult door to open.

Once inside, I have been validated. No one will question the wisdom of the ordained elders, lest he is considered a fool.

I would seek multiple friendships. They will become admirers of my financial success and speak openly about it.

I will purposely focus on the institutions of your youth. I will do this with grand gestures of support.

I will become ubiquitous and will be cherished, all at the same time. I will communicate with a smile and laughter. Comments about the importance of great missions will be uttered from my lips.

My name will become commonplace, spoken highly of, and even receive honors. Your children will be encouraged to write letters of appreciation and praise for my monetary gifts. My name will be imprinted on the young hearts of your denomination forever. I will use those imprints in the future, akin to stirring a nest of fire ants into a rage.

All this time you knew, that I have killed many but you still openly accept my gifts. You rationalize this with the comfort of knowing the aborted infants are going to be with the Lord. But only after being chemically burned or vacuumed to death from the womb. And all, without the benefit of a proper burial or even a prayer.

This is the trap of destruction I have set. My blood money is already visible, freely scattered about, and easy to recognize. It will not be washed away.

I have masterfully infused my reputation into your denominational identity.

Soon will be the fulfillment of my quest. You have played directly into my hands and have accepted the demonized fruits of my labor.

There will be a strategic revelation of my presence. It will be perceived as tragic, and at first, not believable.

With time, nations will call you a pagan religion that has justified human sacrifice. You will have little defense against conspiracy claims your denomination has accepted gratuities from the likes of Jeffery Epstein, or other men of similar character.

Today, I can not abort outside of the womb without dire consequence but there is another way to feed my desires. I can kill the spirit of your children and your children’s children by showing them the reality of the elders.

The Lord said, “Have nothing to do with a false charge and do not put an innocent or honest person to death, for I will not acquit the guilty.”

You made your little ones feel safe by telling them we have a loving God, while you knew other infants have been put to death for the sake of profit, which is now being used to support your denominational institutions and pontificate my name.

Hearing the truth about your actions, your youth will not only doubt your wisdom but also your teachings. They will detest it. The embarrassment by association will be too much to bear.

Many, if not most, will be enraged and will question forever the sincerity of what you spoke. You have gone against your stated denominational beliefs in plain view and without caution.

Some day your children will ask, How can you profess to believe that “We are all made in the image of God”, when, as a congregation, our church does not value the sanctity of his creation?

Heed my words, your youth will experience the same as those lifeless infants, a violent detachment.

Doubt not, I now know the persona of your elders and what earthly things motivate them.

I curse you with an institutional death by a thousand cuts. I will abort more of your youth, still tender in their faith, than those you seek to convert.

The process of intellectual oppression has already started. You chose not to see, because of personal gratification in the belief you have found a treasure trove.

The fuel has been set, you awaken too late. I have become the flammable tapestry on the walls of your institutions. Once kindled, the fires will last an eternity and your denomination will be no more.

Checkmate, I win.