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I Am Catholic, I Won’t Let My Kids Watch A Protestant’s Movie - a short story by A.B.King

Once upon a time in a very special country; everything was going wrong. The entertainment media was being infiltrated by junk. Movies and Music where being used to brainwash the public. The entire entertainment industry of the country was overrun with business executives who believed in propagating stupidity and attacking Christianity.   However, in the mist of all the madness a collection of Pentecostal churches around the world that just so happened to have their headquarters located in Hollywood began a Christian movie ministry. As the blessings of God was upon it, it grew and grew and kept growing. It still wasn’t able to compete with the number of movies that secular Hollywood put out there and it didn’t get as much publicity. However, there were enough movies made for one person who watches movies for 10 hours a day to watch only their movies everyday for as long as a live without repeating a single movie twice.   This was a defensive measure by the Pentecostal churches to prevent Christians from being brain washed into the world’s way of thinking as they watched secular movies. They knew that they couldn’t stop people from watching movies, and they couldn’t tell people to stop watching movies either. This was the only thing that was within their ability to do to protect Christian ideologies from being completely wiped out from the minds of Christians. Even though their headquarters was in Hollywood, their distribution links spread through out every part of the country so that no Christian would be deprived of the opportunity to save their minds and those of their kids.   Within the heart of the country, there lived a Catholic woman named Martha. She knew about this Christian Pentecostal Movie movement. Some distribution agents had knocked on her door but she refused to be a part of it because they were protestants and she was catholic.She blatantly told them, “I am Catholic, I won’t let my kids watch a Protestant’s movie.”She slammed the door in their faces. As far as she was concerned this was just a convert to protestant scheme.   She wasn’t going to be fooled.   Martha let her kids continue watching regular TV. She was glad that a protestant scheme to reach her kids had failed.   Later that evening, while Martha was having tea with a friend of hers she told Martha that the Protestant movie people had knocked on her door too.Martha was expecting to hear her friend who was also a Catholic say that she sent them marching away, but was stunned when she said that she subscribed to them and now her kids can watch only movies that have Jesus in it and talk about God even though they don’t talk that much about Mary.   Martha was disappointed and tried to convince her friend that she was buying into protestant propaganda, but her friend wouldn’t agree with Martha.   After a brief argument, neither of them was getting anywhere so they decided to drop the topic; however, in Martha’s mind she was glad that she wasn’t fooled like her friend. She belonged to a long generation of Catholics and she was glad that a sleazy Protestant trick wasn’t going to change that.   3 years later, Martha was running late one Sunday morning because she had woken up later than usual. While getting ready she shouted out to her kids, “HURRY UP! OR WE WOULD BE LATE FOR MASS.”   Then her kids shouted back, “SORRY MUM, WE ARE NOT FOLLOWING YOU TO CHURCH. WE DON’T BELIEVE IN GOD ANYMORE.”
The End.

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