Date: Wed, 03 Jul 2002 13:01:26
Subject: Jesus Loves You
From: ocgodislove1@aol.com
To: berto_alto@tank20.com

Dearest Berto,

I have received a terrible letter from our unfortunate brother Ernesto that, in the few lines where it was not cruelly assailing me for my belief in the teachings of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, tells of your awful predicament.

I know that we haven't corresponded as much as I'd like in recent years, largely due to the fact that your eyes have been veiled from the light, but I did want to write that I love you and am sending my prayers for your speedy recovery.

This is very strange, writing you like this in front of this machine, but Ernesto says this is the only way you will see the message.

To me, all this emailing ends up with a lot of letters coming from the void, from nothingness. We of course don't have a computer in our home, I don't want to expose Timmy to this modern Sodom and Gomorrah of internet pornography, which is stealing the innocence of thousands of children each and every day. With Christ, we live a simple life.

Berto, in your hour of darkness, as you are asking where you can turn, I ask you to turn to our Lord and our Shepard. Jesus is the resurrection, and the life; he that believeth in HIM shall never die.

Belief in the Lord centers your life, brings you back to that which is important.

I would love to come visit you yet I know Berto that the city with all its evils and temptation, your Chicago with its black towers rising like the Tower of Babel in all its iniquity, is half the reason you find yourself in your current troubles.

I have spoken with Thomas, however, and we would like for you to come stay with us for a while. We live a simple life, but we have ample room, food, raiment and love for you. Thomas could find work for you in the shop, and I know that Timmy would love to get to know his uncle. Maybe if you were to stay with us, you might come to understand the power of accepting Jesus Christ as your personal Savior, the power of letting God into your life.

There is an option, Berto. You are our family and we will always love you, regardless of whether your soul lives in heaven or is banished to hell. Have faith in God and HE will pull you through.

Love,

Olivia

PSALM 142

Malachi of David; A Prayer When He was in the Cave.

I CRIED unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked men have privily laid a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass about me; for thou shall deal bountifully with me.