Blood thirsty people scare me.

The men in the arena













The appetite for blood sports has always been a curiosity to otherwise civilized people. Violent sports, martial arts, ultimate fighting clubs, dog fighting, and cock fights seem to be on the rise in America .

Office workers, house wives, lawyers, business professionals by day, by night they are blood thirsty spectators screaming for blood.

Seemly normal citizens pay their money, watch a show, and retire to their respective homes.


I am afraid of people who love to throw two combatants in a ring for the sole purpose of blood sport. Those in the bleachers see a show and move on.

Those in the ring are scarred for life and sometimes destroyed.

There are those in Pentecost who do not love God, the church or the brethren, they just like the sight of blood.













I was once involved in one of these gladiator battles.

I had a cheering section loudly proclaiming the rightness of my battle, and their willingness to stand beside me in this "righteous endeavor".

What I did not know was that some of them were working both sides of the argument, egging both on after we both wanted to retire.

I finally willingly surrendered and was allowed to leave the ring bloody, and scarred for life.

What started as a minor disagreement had escalated into a long bloody war.

The cheering crowd has moved on, leaving in their wake a trail of broken dreams, scars and disillusioned family members.

Every time there is a argument in my little world of Pentecost, these same blood thirsty people are there egging both sides to battle.

They do not love God or the things of God. They love the sight of blood.



"I am set in defense of the cross" never has to do anything with defending yourself.

"Jesus answered them not a word"

"Vengeance is mine saith the Lord, I will repay"

"Put your sword away, they that live by the sword shall die by it"

" If I hold my peace the Lord will fight my battles"

But if you choose to join the fray, you are on your own, and at the mercy of people who love the sight of blood.


Blood thirsty people scare me.

By day they are preachers, preacher's wives, Sunday school teachers, and saints.
They profess holiness, and separation from vice, but inwardly they are raving wolves.

They live to force side to do battle, screaming for blood ...

Their motive in telling you about the "rightness of your cause" is to instigate a war. They feed on your fears and capitalize on your insecurities.

Those cheering you to draw blood are not your friends, they do not love you,
they just want to see a fight.

As soon as this fight is over they will move on to the next big battle. You will be left alone to figure how to live out the rest of your life disfigured and handicapped.

" I know that after my departure fierce wolves will come in among you, not sparing the flock "

"Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.

Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles? Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit."

Bloody people are not Christians


"But if ye have bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against the truth.

This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish.

For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work.

But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace."

I am set in defense of the gospel, I am in the arena,

I will not bloody my sword upon my brethren,

I will never again be stampeded into a fight to prove anything.

Blood thirsty people scare me.








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