Today, like the start of most days, I went to work with dread tempered by acceptance. They let a trainee ride with me as a helper--a real yahoo, but any help is appreciated.

While moving some empty cases from a store in Bridgeville, a small package fell out of a case to the floor at my feet. I recognized it immediately as a pornographic DVD--the kind magazines are inserting as a bonus these days because the internet has caused magazine sales to slump. The thing was porno pink and had the outline of a woman’s silhouette and “Hustler Video” emblazoned across the back. Kinky, exciting stuff.

I picked it up and it felt heavy like Sauron’s ring, or maybe Sennacherib’s letter to Hezekiah.

I put it in my pocket, left my helper in the cooler, and walked outside. It was 8:30. I phoned Pastor John’s cell phone. In one breath I blurted,

“Hey Pastor John I don’t have much time to talk but I was just moving empty cases of Pepsi and a pornographic DVD fell out onto the floor right in front of me and I took possession of it so no kids or anyone would find it and I’m going to take it home for Jessica to destroy. I just wanted to let someone know to take some of the edge off the temptation I feel.”

He said okay, and that was it. Simple. I thought about it once or twice during the day but for the most part the glittery satanic ploy was impotent, and I think it was because I quickly got someone else in the know.

I find it somewhat encouraging that I’ve been targeted by the enemy of souls in a way that’s obvious and relates specifically to my area of weakness. Makes me feel like I’m on the right path.