Gregor, things like that happen in Christian worlds, and nothing can be done about it except to clean house, and quick. We were all living once upon a time like happy medieval monks, men and women on the same large property, and almost in a state of sinless happiness 24 hours a day.
This group of course quickly, quickly grew to several hundred.
At one point suddenly it was like a mass bust of the swat team and the brothers in charge started following their hunches. They found trading of dope going on behind the annointed pray barn, truly a place of intense presence of God most every day, one guy beating his wife up in the married quarters because he thought she was flirting, fornication here and there in the bushes by the sea, with all those young singles who were not that unattractive, etc.
On Elm street that would have been o.k., and not the end of the world, but to us it seemed like the place had turned into hell, and the perp's were banished immediately, those who chose to repent did, and were quickly encouraged to get married, which they did.
After that it never seemed to be the holy place it once had been, and became more a teaching center as one by one people moved into the city. Then of course it was gone forever.
So, I've probably been right under the nose of worse and didn't detect it, and that's out of real life. Art always imitates life. Always. |
