Susan Denise Atkins (1948 – 2009)
Would you have let her babysit your kids?
She answers well and knows the scriptures . . .
but was she for real?
If you read the comments at YouTube regarding her testimony, the level of scorn is high. Few people believe she was truly saved in Christ. Years ago I read her autobiography Child of Satan, Child of God. The same people who dismiss her testimony are those who belittle faith as a crutch and nothing more. They say she was only acting in order to be let off early on parole. But to me, she seems sincere. The poor woman blew her mind while under the spell of a satanic false prophet, so where else could she turn to with a ruined soul?
Sexy Sadie, what have you done
You made a fool of everyone / You made a fool of everyone
Sexy Sadie, ooh, what have you done
Sexy Sadie, you broke the rules
You laid it down for all to see / You laid it down for all to see
Sexy Sadie, ooh, you broke the rules
One sunny day the world was waiting for a lover
She came along and turned on everyone
Sexy Sadie, the greatest of them all
Sexy Sadie, how did you know
The world was waiting just for you / The world was waiting just for you
Sexy Sadie, ooh, how did you know
Sexy Sadie, you’ll get yours yet
However big you think you are / However big you think you are
Sexy Sadie, ooh, you’ll get yours yet
We gave her everything we owned just to sit at her table
Just a smile would lighten everything
Sexy Sadie, she’s the latest and the greatest of them all
She made a fool of everyone / Sexy Sadie
However big you think you are / Sexy Sadie
as written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney
PROMPT #20: write a poem about a handmade gift that you have received.
I spent this afternoon watching She (1965 Hammer version) with my daughter because I was dreading trying to rise to the challenge of this prompt. I wound up with a half-baked limerick based on Luke 1:37, 38
For with God nothing shall be impossible.
And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord;
be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.
Eternal salvation’s a gift
From a righteous young maid in a shift
Who had never been laid;
By God’s Spirit hand-made
was her baby, our burdens to lift.
I could have weaseled my way out of this very challenging prompt with a haiku . . . but you were spared this time.