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Selfish With The Gospel - a short story by A.B.King

   Once upon a time in a land far far away, there lived a man named Sean Hill. He was a intelligent man and he knew the ways of Christianity in a land where no one else cared.
   The people of the land were deeply rooted in sin. They took pride in what they should be ashamed of and where ashamed of what they should be proud of. Being bad was good to them and being good was bad to them.
   Sean Hill didn’t bother to preach the gospel to them. He was satisfied that his families were Christians; their salvation was secure. Why should he bother with trying to save everyone in the land by preaching the gospel to them?
   Unfortunately for Sean Hill wherever the gospel is not preached evil thrives and grows without limits. The Devil and his demons just have a field day in such a place because there is no one and nothing capable of stopping them standing in their way.
   The people of the land knew that Sean Hill and his family lived their lives differently from everyone else but since Sean Hill never bothered to preach they never even had the chance to understand why they lived their lives differently. The people just believed whatever assumptions popped up in their heads about it – assumptions that spun hatred towards Sean Hill and his family.
   People tend to like people who are like them and that fact mixed with the fact that when evil grows in people’s hearts they get to love only fellow evil people but increasingly grow in hatred towards righteous or good people. The good people in this case were Sean Hill and his family.
   One day the people of the land got sick and tired of Sean Hill and his family the way people normally get sick of righteous people even though the righteous people have never uttered a word of condemnation towards them or done anything to hurt them.
   The animosity towards the Sean Hill family grew so strong that a mob was formed and they took Sean Hill and his family away from their home and brought them to the public square where lies where cooked up against them in front of the judge who was one of the unrighteous people who hated Sean and his family for being righteous.
   After all the lies had been presented, the judge ordered for Sean Hill and his family to be executed.
                                                              THE END

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