The Arizona Deliverance Center in Phoenix changed my life.

Or did it?

Victorious Mark means well, and he's right.  But he misunderstands the reasons I wrote "My broken heart is my only weapon."  If you've followed this blog for any length of time, you can guess what those reasons are.  The question isn't whether or not I'm in the mood to explain it to Victorious Mark, or anyone.  The question is:

Is my spirit aware of the short circuit between my soul and God, and bothered by it?

Or am I wallowing in burdensome vibes, like a rich man wallows in money, a hardcore bummer in the mire?

I have been watching videos from Arizona Deliverance Center for almost 10 years.  I was able to visit them in January.  "Rick Katt night," as I have come to call Thursdays, is my favorite.  It doesn't even bother me anymore that he's a jock who doesn't understand the arts.  He's an anointed man of God.  Tonight was Rick Katt night, so I tuned in.  At the end, they dim the lights and go into deliverance, when all kinds of demons start moaning in pain.  I generally turn it off right after the prayer, but not always.  Tonight I did.

Miraculously, the audio of the livestream played over my own channel.  The livestream wasn't open in any other tab or window.  God intervened, because there were things He still wanted me to hear.  So the audio played, even though I wasn't tuned in to AZDC at all.

It was a miracle.

This is the original video.  Like writing, proclaiming the glory of the Lord should be an act of necessity, performed without effort.  There is no need to wonder what to say.  You just say it.  You need to say it because it has no choice but to be said.  You don't really have anything to do with it.  Unless you're lying, writing eases the burdens of the worldly mental habits effortlessly, and, if it's being done right, the glory of God is even easier to express.  Because there's nothing to "express."  That's God's job.  All we have to do is point it out.  Like most people, I don't know much about it.  I've seen God work many times, but human nature is fundamentally opposed to faith.  It will never be converted.  Human nature is like a terrible writer, forcing metaphors and desires where they don't belong, using the wrong word for everything, and elevating things like vanity and self all out of proportion.  It has no heart for truth, and draws obscene messages on the invisible walls of the spirit in an attempt to vandalize it into a state of blind faithlessness.  "SIN AND HELL AREN'T REAL," "MORALITY IS RELATIVE," "PABLO SMOG WUZ HERE," and the like.

But tonight was different.  Subscribe to the Hardcore Christianity YouTube channel at your earliest opportunity.  That ministry changed my life.  I have no doubt about it whatsoever.

Thank you.