The Sodom Generation

Cane Creek itself has become infected with cell phone cyber sin. While parents dither about small things, feeling secure in their little house on the prairie, the children are becoming perverts with their secret visits to Sodom. All the training you do is for naught. You would do just as well to take them to a den of perverts to be babysat. There are a few righteous souls, but their kids are not riding bicycles around with cell phones in their pockets.

While we are paying great attention to training them to obey, instilling character, and equipping them with the tools of success, all our efforts come to nothing when they open that digital door to virtual sodomy. They get sucked into a matrix constructed by Satan, a one-way vortex into the dark and damnable dimensions of a world that does not like to retain God in its knowledge. Satan takes the child’s soul. Like Dr. Frankenstein, he remakes it into a monster that little resembles the original creation, proving the ancient theologians too hasty in their use of the term “total depravity.”

While parents are fussing over their church doctrine, worried about dress codes and head coverings, election or free will, or worshiping on Saturday or Sunday, their children are making their efforts altogether futile, as they fall off the cliff into the eternal darkness below. Some things are learned by the pain of experience, but one who learns by experience not to step on a land mine is forever handicapped.

“Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body” (1 Corinthians 6:18 AV).