by MW Cook

I saw an interesting advertisement while driving home from work the other day. It was for a Camero. It looked lovely. The car was all nice and shiny; exactly how a car ought to look, right. The slogan seemed fitting:

The power of Lust.

So, what comes to your mind when you think of Cameros? Anything? Whenever I hear about or see a Camero my mind always pulls me back to a time when our family was living in Grimsby.

I didn’t really understand what was going on at the time. My mother suddenly wanted us to come home straight after school every day. We couldn’t play outside alone or after dark any more. And the police were pulling over and interviewing anyone with a cream-colored Camero. Do you remember that?

If you do then you probably remember names like Paul Bernardo, Karla Homolka, Kristen French and the Leslie Mahaffy. Do you remember? Google their names if you don’t.

The power of Lust.

Lust is a scary thing. It convinces people to do scary things. It turns people into … what? I don’t want to say animals, because animals don’t do the sorts of things that lust suggests. But we are certainly less than people when we obey it. Lust destroys. Lust kills. Lust desecrates.

Be wary of the sheer power of Lust.

But Lust is nothing more than a destructive power. A strong one, but only destructive. It can’t hold a candle to Love,

for love is strong as death.

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