Halloween, dope, truth, and fiction
Christian Perspective: Marijuana is dope and dope is evil; some are probably reading this in incredulity The one issue in the weed debate that hasn't been broached is the moral issue. I’m going to come out
Christian Perspective: Marijuana is dope and dope is evil; some are probably reading this in incredulity
The one issue in the weed debate that hasn’t been broached is the moral issue. I’m going to come out with the truth as one voice crying in the wilderness since no one else will. The devil is dope, and that includes all of its variations — LSD, hemp, heroin, opium, pills, and every other mind-altering drug.
The 70s soul group the Dramatics produced a flip side hit titled, “The Devil is Dope.” The song spoke volumes and made hearers uncomfortable, especially those who indulged. The artists were trying to send a message.
Psychopath Charles Manson and his quasi-communal Manson Family were high on dope when they committed the infamous Tate-LaBianca murders of nine people, including actress Sharon Tate in 1969; the late soul-rocker Rick James’ career was shadowed by dope, derailed, and ultimately claimed by its icy clutch. Marijuana is dope. And dope is of the devil. Some of you are probably reading this in incredulity, no doubt believing that personalities like Satan and his army of demons are figments of the imagination relegated to make-believe, like Halloween. But they are not merely Halloween spooks — they are real as the light of day.
People laugh at the suggestion of a denizen called Satan, aka the devil, and Beelzebub. He is a spirit wielding great, seductive power through wicked devices to separate humans from Almighty God — dope, being one of them. Talking about God and the devil is not politically correct, and many avoid talk of him, even Christians for fear of ridicule. Still, there is a remnant of whom ridicule has no bearing and declare knowledge of the enemy of God and man absolutely critical in light of the times in which we live.
Proponents of the legalization of weed argue that the harmless plant is not responsible for the thousands of drug-overdose deaths down through the years, blaming those tragedies to drugs like LSD, heroin, cocaine, methamphetamine, phenobarbital, and others. While there is a great deal of truth to this, it cannot be denied that marijuana — often the first drug of choice for the novice — opened the door.
Whether you believe this or not is your prerogative. The truth of the matter is, Jesus Christ isn’t going be among smokers at any pow-wows in Compton—or anywhere else for that matter—lighting up joints. Most people are aware of what is moral and ethical and what is not. Those who have only scarce knowledge of the bible, or who have only been inside a church once or twice in their lifetime, wouldn’t invite the local neighborhood cleric or priest to take a toke of weed, much less Jesus Christ.
There is an evil side to weed. Thirty years ago, the legalization of marijuana was inconceivable. Even dope smokers knew legalization was a stretch, the same as it will be in 20 years when someone raises the issue of legalized heroin or opium. The devil definitely has an agenda!
The Christian community knows better, but in Compton, clergy leaders have been reticent to enter the debate on the side of morality. Any kind of dope — whether weed, powder cocaine, “crack” cocaine, PCP, heroin, opium, LSD, crystal meth, uppers, downers, amphetamines, “reds,” “black mollies”— any substance that alters the mind, is an entrapment, a pitfall. Rail at the writer if you like, claw at me if you like — that’s what I expect from devils and those hoodwinked by them.
Mayor Aja Brown, not one shy about proclaiming herself “born-again,” who has a proclivity to cite scripture — knows full well the error of her ways regarding marijuana. That’s why it is an utter absurdity that she flip-flopped from the denunciation of marijuana to full acceptance. Perhaps she’s fallen into a snare. Would she now confer with Jesus Christ or an angel of God about the direction of Compton over a few tokes of hemp in a pow-wow? Think not. Serious prayer is required.
In the “Flower Child” hippie generation of the sixties and seventies when marijuana was perhaps viewed in the strongest terms as a social taboo, it is now the drug of endearment, poised for legalization at the polls on Nov. 8. Many will applaud should the national ballot usher it in, simply because they desire to fog their brain in an altered state. Still, others relish the possibility of “green gold” riches.
Agreed or not, the silver lining both groups are visualizing has a dubious distinction to it — an ominous element like an escalating wind before a coming storm.