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.

Walking the Cross

PEOPLE THINK HE’S NUTS, AN IDIOT, A RELIGIOUS FANATIC, but 64-year-old Steve Epp doesn’t care because God called him to take up his cross, put some wheels at the base and walk along the southern route from Wilmington, North Carolina, to San Diego, California.

But why would he do such a thing? Isn’t that a little odd given this post-modern, anti-Christian era?

A MODEST PROPOSAL FOR THE CHURCH IN 2016

A MODEST PROPOSAL FOR RELIEVING THE BURDEN OF GUILT OF THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN DISOBEDIENT TO CHRIST’S COMMAND TO GO INTO ALL THE WORLD AND PREACH THE GOSPEL.

It is a melancholy object to those who walk through this great town or travel throughout theworld parish country, when they see in the streets, the roads, the bars, the movie complexes, stadiums and parks, all the lost for whom there is no hope, nor glimmer of smile from the weary and heavy-laden.

I think that it is agreed by all parties that Western Christianity has forsaken its sacred obligation, nay privilege, of spreading good news to all those who are perishing, those following gods of their own making, accountable to no one except their creditors and even then, slacking.

Years have passed and false Gospel presentations have been erected allowing all sinners to just ask Jesus into their hearts without fear of God or repentance of sin; the fruit of these endeavors being a false hope and negligible security for entrance into Heaven, but a most certain assurance of damnation to the lake of fire.

This being the case I shall now, therefore, humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be liable to the least objection.