“We are not sinners because we sin, but we sin because we are sinners.” — R.C. Sproul

“You’re an addict…so be addicted.“ — Mark Renton in Trainspotting 2

A girl walks home alone at night, and a woman in black strolls sensually behind her. The woman in black sidles up next to the girl and casually comments, “Nice night.” The girl nervously nods before she is snatched into an underground dark alley by the woman in black. The alleyway is a netherworld of zigzagging light and shadow. The woman in black corners her prey with shadows engulfing her face like a chain link fence pressed against hungry jackals. She forcefully yet calmly intones, “Look at me and tell me to go away. Don’t ask, tell me.” The girl can only croak, “Please,” but it’s not just a “please” bargaining for her life, but a “please” of invitation. The girl fears this unknown experience but at the same time is aroused by the opportunity. The woman in black sinks her teeth into the girl’s neck and the look on the girl’s face is one that some people might be familiar with. It’s the same look of the agony and the ecstasy of a needle sliding into a plump vein being injected with your first hit of heroin. The girl’s name is Kathleen, and her unlikely journey to salvation has just begun.