Chapter 16
“Do you believe in Jesus or not!”
“I believe! I believe again!”
The public’s reaction to the large-scale brawl among the homeless near Seoul Station was half amusement and half disgust.
Perhaps it was because the world was so harsh, or perhaps it was because it was a matter of homeless people, who were already at the bottom of their lives, but no one really called the police, so the physical conversation with the homeless continued smoothly for a while.
Crack!
When I finally grabbed the homeless man’s arm and twisted it to the limit, the arm of a homeless man in poor health was broken in a grotesque way.
“Aaagh!”
“Don’t be a wimp! Jesus made the cripple tap dance and gave the blind man the right to see a woman’s naked body! What’s the big deal about breaking an arm!”
“You crazy…lunatic…psycho b*stard…Grrrr!”
I looked around at the homeless people who were still standing, my body covered in blood.
The shards of glass and small blades stuck in my body, the pieces of wood mixed with blood in my hair, told me what had happened in this short time.
“You guys sign up for the Heaven beta test too.”
“Th-that crazy b*stard!”
“The reason you sleep on this filthy floor! And you eat from people who want to feel morally superior by volunteering every day! And you live a miserable life begging for pennies from passersby is all because you don’t believe in Jesus! Why do you think churches full of people who believe in Jesus make so much money?! It’s because they believe in Jesus, their lives get better, and they give money to the church!”
My parents, who were devout Christians, had quite a bit of property. That’s why my relatives swooped in like piranhas and nibbled away at their assets.
In other words, if you just believe in Jesus, your illnesses will be cured and your rickety spine will straighten up like a pole.
At this point, it’s not an exaggeration to call it”Muan Jesus”instead of”Muan Miracle Water.”Do they even know that there’s a double bonus event for blessings and grace if they repent and pray now?
I’m not a believer, so I don’t know for sure, but I get the feeling.
“Anyone who’s tired of this world, who wants to go to Heaven and put their feet up and listen to the angels’ trumpet ensemble while picking grapes, come forward now.”
I said, my knuckles dripping with blood.
“What? Are you afraid that you’re too lowly and sinful to go to Heaven? Don’t worry! That great one up there will forgive you if you just close your eyes, repent, and pray! You don’t even have to wait until Judgment Day! You can take the express train to Heaven and kick down the pearly gates, so what’s there to worry about?”
I stepped on the abdomen of a homeless man who was groaning with a broken arm and stood on it as a foothold.
And I spread my arms in a pious gesture, showing these lost lambs the right way.
“The way is simple. Just tell me who made you sin, confess your sins, and ask for forgiveness for your pathetic life. That’s all it takes to be happy for the rest of your life. Our Lord Jesus Father promised eternal paradise to all who enter Heaven.”
“Oh, ohhh.”
“I…I!”
“No, I can’t say that…Grrrr, but this is too….Giiiiiik.”
I looked over the sinners who were still wavering and pointed to one.
“You there, the one with the liquor bottle, you’re an alcoholic who can’t sleep at night without a drink every day. Do you know about the wine that our Lord Jesus Father gives out endlessly?”
“W-wine?”
“Yes. A fragrant wine, newly poured into a soft leather pouch, will be poured out before you endlessly. You may drink wine all day long with His permission. Angels will serve you, and the beautiful sound of trumpets will lift your spirits. True Heaven awaits you, so why do you cling to the tasteless, cheap liquor of this world?”
“Th-that’s right. This is…cheap…tasteless…and gives me a headache after I drink it! Because of this, I……!”
“You don’t have to worry about anything in Heaven. You can have a drink with Jesus, joke around with Him, and play drinking games. You can even make Him a b*mb shot and force Him to down it in one go, asking Him how long He’s going to let your shoulders shake. Because He loves you all equally, like His children.”
“Ooooooh……!”
“Do you feel like confessing your sin now?”
“I-I do!”
“Do you believe in Jesus?”
“I believe!”
“Then come forward.”
Despite the protests of many homeless people, the homeless man with a yellow face due to jaundice rushed forward and bowed his head.
“You were deceived by evil and treasured this tasteless, cheap liquor. As a result, you’ve lived a life far removed from the infinite wine that Jesus offers. How pitiful.”
“Ahhhh! That was never…I just wanted to do well……”
“I understand. Work was hard, your family didn’t understand your struggles, and all you had to comfort your loneliness was a bitter, quick-drunk, cheap drink. Then you must have heard the whispers of evil. You drank every day, so you must remember that voice you heard while drunk. Tell me everything.”
“It was a night two years ago! The economy was in a recession, I had a lot of expenses, my wife was nagging me all the time, and the kids I had raised with care were looking down on me as an incompetent breadwinner! So I was drinking like usual…and I heard a voice!”
“And what was it?”
“It was a voice telling me to get rid of all the shackles holding me back and just drink in peace!”
So he killed his wife and children and rolled himself down to the streets where he could drink whenever he wanted, regardless of time or place.
It was a cliché but plausible, a horrifying yet pathetic, all too common story.
“Your family is in H*ll because they looked down on you, hated you, and didn’t let you drink in peace. Our Lord Jesus Father enjoys the leisure sport of throwing such wicked people into H*ll.”
“I-Is that so?”
“But you’ve been given the chance to confess your sins openly and repent before you d*e. Therefore, you are going to Heaven. In true Heaven, where there is no nagging wife or children who look down on their father, you will be able to drink infinite wine that cannot be compared to any other liquor. Amen.”
“Amen!”
“Do you believe?”
“I believe!”
“Do you want the wine that our Lord Jesus Father made Himself enough to tell me where that voice led you?”
“I do!”
“Then tell me.”
The homeless man, picturing the heavenly wine he had never tasted before, jumped up and pulled out a burner phone from his pocket.
“I get instructions through this burner phone at different times from different people! There are different homeless groups in each area, and they’re using them in a cell structure to make things happen like today!”
“What a wicked thing. Are you going to go before our Lord Jesus Father with this filthy thing?”
“N-no way! I want to stand before Him with a clean and pure soul!”
“Right. You shouldn’t have anything dirty with you when you’re drinking good wine. I’ll dispose of it for you.”
“Thank you!”
“Now go. Go and don’t even touch that tasteless, cheap liquor until you leave for Heaven. Pray and pray again to our Lord Jesus Father. On the day your flesh falls, angels will come down from Heaven and lead your soul directly to Heaven. If you break this and do wrong…you will fall to the same place as the nagging wife and the children who look down on their father, longing for the wine you will never taste.”
“I will never waver!”
The homeless man walked out into the night with bright eyes, as if he had gained some enlightenment.
Now, that homeless man will live the rest of his life without a shred of shame, even before G*d, and will quietly go to Heaven and enjoy his own wine to his heart’s content.
After checking the phone number and text messages on the burner phone, I was about to go after the infuriating b*stard who was issuing tickets to H*ll, but then I looked at the guys in front of me who hadn’t repented yet.
“Habitual violence, theft, embezzlement, r*pe, even murder. I can see all the sins that defile your very core, but the artificial sin you all share in common is bothersome. It’s not the sin you committed because you couldn’t control a momentary impulse, because you couldn’t overcome your filthy desires, but the work of those who used your weak minds and cursed lives to soil their hands.”
Kidnapping, confinement, human trafficking and organ trafficking, that alone was far beyond the level of ordinary violent crime.
To my surprise, I realized that everyone here had contributed to cannibalism and human sacrifice, whether in large or small ways. In the midst of the wickedness flowing from head to toe, the remnants of the past were flowing out like a panorama.
My balls trembled at the fact that there was a son of a b*tch who was making these people, who had nothing more to lose and nowhere else to fall, dig their own graves in H*ll and lead them into the fire pit.
How could he introduce H*ll as a prime location to these innocent sinners when Heaven was right there?
Before I went after the son of a b*tch who was controlling the homeless like marionettes, I loosened my wrist to let everyone here know the joy of Heaven.
Even if the entrance to Heaven is narrower than the eye of a needle, if you shove it in hard enough, it’ll go in somehow.
