DeathBeth.com: SCARIEST. Website. Ever.

A SEVERED DOLL’S HEAD EERILY GREETS YOU on the first page.

The black backdrop of the Home Page is striking in its simplicity. Only two words, in bright bloody red, punch your consciousness like a bony poke in the eye: “to die”!!! A bead of sweat forms upon your brow as you read the horrifying challenge, apparently, mystically, horrifically uttered somehow, by that…that…decapitated noggin. You stifle a scream as you read the sentence that will unquestionably cause you to click the next step: “learn your fate…find out if you’re…you’re going to die.” Somewhere off in the distance, a dog barks. A woman screams in your mind.

You have now entered into the chilling world of DeathBeth.com.

In less than a week Halloween will be upon us. I personally don’t celebrate it, preferring instead to honor a more significant, historic event (which I’ll write about next week). Still, like all of you, every now and then I like a good scare.

Back when I was nine-years-old, I read about the old black and white zombie film “Night of the Living Dead” in my grandma’s copy of Reader’s Digest.

 

The article lamented how this terrifying movie, which graphically depicted the undead gorging on flesh and entrails, could be rated “G” for every kid to see. (This was in 1968.) I hungered to watch the blood and guts of George A. Romero’s grisly classic, but, alas, there were no DVDs back then.

I’m Out of the Closet Today

SINCE IT’S NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY, I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO CONFESS….

It’s 2017 so I feel comfortable enough to do so. Those who know me well may not be too surprised when I reveal this very personal truth. But, this is the day that I feel emboldened enough to do it, so, please, accept me for who I am; I cannot turn back.

With all the current talk about trans-people from transgender to transsexuals, I now will also admit something. Please, don’t be shocked. I was born this way and had these feelings since I was very young. I can never change who I really am.

Yes, I’m trans.

Handing Out the “180” Movie (and how I beat Ray Comfort)

Six years ago, Facebook reminded me, Eddie Roman, editor and cameraman from Living Waters (Ray Comfort’s ministry), made this excellent video on how to hand out the powerful 30 minute  documentary “180Movie” and what to say when you do it. He handed out 10 copies in just under nine minutes with very little effort.

Pshaw!

I thought I could do it in even less time.

First, watch Eddie’s video then watch mine to see how I smoked him by a whopping EIGHT minutes. Then, Ray Comfort got in on the action. And he beat my record! (See his video below.)

Now, watch my video to demonstrate the record-shattering evidence: 1:13:33 minutes!

The Death of the Nutty Professor

“I’ve had great success being a total idiot.”

Jerry Lewis, the great comedian, actor and telethon host passed away on August 20 at the ripe old age of ninety-one, over two decades past what the Bible says is a good, long life: “Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures; yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away.” (Psalm 90:10)

When celebrities pass on, I’m always curious about whether they knew Jesus because I’d like to meet them someday in Heaven. Unfortunately, Joseph Levitch, (his real name), did not talk much about his religious beliefs or God, which may offer up a clue to his beliefs, or, non-beliefs. Where do you think Jerry was with God?

I did find an interview on YouTube where he talked quite a bit about faith with David Susskind in 1965. Concerning marrying his wife Patty, a Catholic, he said,

“I did not believe such a thing could work. I had recalled my upbringing from a very Orthodox Jewish faith. I was given to understand that you don’t even go near a Catholic Church. I married her and forced her to become a Jewess or I would not marry her.

Dunkirk and the Missed Miracle

I recently saw the excellent film Dunkirk yet was saddened when I learned the filmmakers got everything right except for the true hero of the story.

It wasn’t necessarily the selfless citizens who risked lives in their personal boats to bring back the hundreds of thousands of troops stranded on the beach as the Germans advanced; it wasn’t even the brilliance of the commanders who strategized the rescue; it was something, someone, bigger than all that.

According to “Anglican Ink” author, John Willans: When Britain was close to defeat during the 2nd World War, and the entire British Army was trapped at Dunkirk, in desperation King George the 6th called for a National Day of Prayer to be held on 26th May 1940. In a national broadcast he instructed the people of the UK to turn back to God in a spirit of repentance and plead for Divine help. Millions of people across the British Isles flocked into churches praying for deliverance.

Two events immediately followed: