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I Just Can’t Stop Sinning - a short story by A.B.King

   0nce upon a time there lived a little boy named Dexter. He lived in San Francisco with his Christian single parent Mum. Dexter was always taken to church ever since he was born, however he just got to finally realize and admit the fact that he’s addicted to certain sins. He’d tried all he could to stop but he just couldn’t quit it.   Dexter’s Mum had realized the problems too and kept trying all she could to help Dexter. She took him to physiologists, professional family therapists and all what not almost four times a week but yet Dexter still struggled with what he was struggling with.Dexter talked to a few of his very very close friends about it but they ended up giving him advise that didn’t help matters even though they meant well.   Dexter kept having this raging battle – this raging struggling deep within him that kept eating away at him. He wondered of he would ever be able to break free from his sinful addictions.One Saturday afternoon, a friend from church visits Dexter and he is directed to Dexter’s room by Dexter’s Mum as she had a visitor of her own in the living room.   This was the first time the friend from church ever entered Dexter’s room and as soon as he entered even though Dexter had never told him what he was struggling with, the friend took one look around the room and told him he was sure he was struggling with so and so. He named all the sins Dexter was struggling with.   Dexter was shocked and asked his friend from church how he knew.   The friend simply answered, “You have a lot of secular rock and roll CD’s some by renowned witches in the music industry, you also have a lot of violent and seriously pointless movies including the ones that bad guys win at the end which subconsciously convinces you that crime pays if you are really good enough to escape the consequences, and most of all you have posters of women indecently dressed around your room which means that the first thing you see when you wake up each morning is the picture of an indecently dressed woman. All these things are helping to shape mindset towards sin and head you towards self destruction. If you get rid of all this stuff and replace them with Christian or wholesome stuff; all your struggles with the certain sins you are struggling with would go away.”   Dexter did what his church friend said and what do you know, all his wrong desires & struggles went away.
The End.

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