Over My Dead Body

Vengeance is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord, according to the Book of Romans 12:19, but as for David (a devoted Christian turned backslider) , vengeance belongs to him personally and he will stop at nothing to get it. As David travels along a path of destruction, one question remains: Do two wrongs ever make a right?

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Whoever said: two wrongs don't make a right, must of been a Jesus freak; I know, I used to be one too. You see, for the majority of my life, I've been a devoted Christian; I dedicated my life to Jesus Christ; I attended church every Sunday—even tithed; I ministered to lost souls; I waited until marriage to have sex; I even forgave those who trespassed against me, wholeheartedly. Now don't get me wrong; I wasn't perfect, but I repented for all my sins and truly strived to be a true man of God.
Prayer became a daily practice of mine and for the most part, God answered my prayers. However, when it came to one prayer request in particular, God had let me down. The one request that I truly cried out to God for had fallen on death ears. I couldn't understand why; I mean, I kept God first in my life, walking by faith and not by sight, and trusted him to provide my every need.
According to the Bible, God will put no more on us then we can handle, but what had happened to me, overwhelmed me, and hurt me to the point that I had lost all faith in God. So, as I stood over the campfire with my parents, channeling all of my anger towards those who trespassed against me, I made a vow to myself that from now on, I'd take matters into my own hands. Revenge never tasted so sweet.