Friends.
Dear friend,
When it comes down between God and you the answer is clear. I mean, who am I to even think about the question? There is only one answer for that question, friend. That answer is permanent.
I believe you have a problem with lust of the flesh. You think it's okay, yet, you hear what the pastors say about lust. I agree with them and take heart, their sermons. See, you have an influence on me whether I like it or not because you are my friend. You influenced me most when you pulled out those women magazines and showed me pictures. I told you it was wrong, but you persecuted me as if I was lame to avoid seeing those pictures. I also remember when we walked past that billboard and we saw that woman there. You started the conversation off, heathen style, complete with inapropriate words.
What kind of friend do you think I am? I want to search for God! Not some nameless prostitute in a magazine! Do you realize the impact you have had on me? I am hurt by you and I am hurting for you. I will not call for help for you. You have to do that yourself, like I did. If I can't be around you because you indulge in this thing, then so be it. I cannot have myself fall over some girl you think is "hot". I HAVE GONE TOO FAR FOR THAT. This isn't a video game, kid. There aren't any save points, reset buttons, or extra lives. I hope so much that you will realize how deadly this thing is. I pray for conviction.
I'll write another letter to you in awhile. I'm really worried about our friendship. Don't blow me off again like you always do because it might be the last time you ever get to do it.
Kouya
When it comes down between God and you the answer is clear. I mean, who am I to even think about the question? There is only one answer for that question, friend. That answer is permanent.
I believe you have a problem with lust of the flesh. You think it's okay, yet, you hear what the pastors say about lust. I agree with them and take heart, their sermons. See, you have an influence on me whether I like it or not because you are my friend. You influenced me most when you pulled out those women magazines and showed me pictures. I told you it was wrong, but you persecuted me as if I was lame to avoid seeing those pictures. I also remember when we walked past that billboard and we saw that woman there. You started the conversation off, heathen style, complete with inapropriate words.
What kind of friend do you think I am? I want to search for God! Not some nameless prostitute in a magazine! Do you realize the impact you have had on me? I am hurt by you and I am hurting for you. I will not call for help for you. You have to do that yourself, like I did. If I can't be around you because you indulge in this thing, then so be it. I cannot have myself fall over some girl you think is "hot". I HAVE GONE TOO FAR FOR THAT. This isn't a video game, kid. There aren't any save points, reset buttons, or extra lives. I hope so much that you will realize how deadly this thing is. I pray for conviction.
I'll write another letter to you in awhile. I'm really worried about our friendship. Don't blow me off again like you always do because it might be the last time you ever get to do it.
Kouya