Lost but now I'm found

Azazel here. I want to apologize for my absence over the last few weeks. Truth be told, my little "trip" to Las Vegas with JC nearly knocked me off the wagon. He won't admit it but Jesus took me to Vegas as a test. I mean come on! Satan decides to stop tempting souls and help bring people to God? I wouldn't believe me either. So Jesus decided to test me by taking me to Hell. And no, I do not mean that as a metaphor. Las Vegas is LITERALLY Hell. What? You think Hell is located somewhere below the ground?
Look at this picture:

 Where do you think Hell is located? In the middle of Solid Iron? Really? Seriously, grow up! I am not some cave dwelling freak that dances around caverns of fire. Do you know how expensive flame retardant clothing is? Oh, and don't get me started on the stupid costume that you all think I wear. Red tights and horns? What am I? Santa Clause on a bad acid trip?
No, Las Vegas is Hell. It used to be located in Paris but those Frenchies are snobs.

Anyway, I am babbling. So Jesus takes me to Vegas to see if I would be tempted to turn back to my former ways. And boy did he almost succeed. Five minutes in the Bellagio and I almost passed out from the amount of vile, greedy sinners walking around. I saw waitresses stealing from the house. I saw dealers skimming the top. I saw card counters, adulterers, pit bosses breaking so many laws it made OJ look like a saint. I saw parents spending their kids college savings on roulette. NO ONE WINS ROULETTE! Seriously, Vegas is my greatest creation and also the thing that makes me want to shower the most. By the first night I was hyperventilating. It took every ounce of me to not go crazy and start tempting the innocent. All two of them. And just when I thought I would lose the fight, that Jesus would prove me wrong, someone saved me. Someone that I never would have expected....

I had just ordered my dinner from In-N-Out burger (a double double with fries and a chocolate shake). I saw a married couple fighting over how much money the husband had lost. It was really heated. Jerry Springer heated. The wife is screaming that her husband was throwing everything away. The husband was screaming that he just needed one more chance to win their money back. She is crying, he is crying. I started to shake. This moment is what I used to live for. All I had to do was walk past them, "accidentally" drop a one hundred dollar bill on the ground, and wait to see the husband spot it. I used to love to watch their eyes dilate when they spotted the cash. I was even guessing that this guy was a drooler. I flinched just a little bit and reached for my wallet when all of a sudden I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked down and there was a seven year old girl standing there, staring at me. I stared back, confused. After a moment she says, "I don't like it here either. My mommy said I would love it but I don't. Do you not like it here?"

I replied, "No. I don't like it here."

Then this little girl, seven years old, reaches out her hand and shows me an ice cream cone. "Want my ice cream cone? My daddy always gives me one when I am sad. You can have mine."

In all my life, eons and eons of life, I have cried twice before. Once after the "Fall" and I knew I was banished forever. And once when Nell Carter died. (loved her). Well in Las Vegas, I cried for a third time. I fell to my knees and gave that little girl the biggest hug I have ever given. And I bawled my eyes out. This little girl had rescued me from temptation.

Looking past the fact that I was arrested on the spot for attempted child kidnapping, that was one of the greatest moments of my evil life. I was only in jail for an hour before JC bailed me out. All charges dropped. He never said anything to me. He just smiled and put his arm around me as we walked out. We immediately went to the airport and flew away. Not a single word was spoken by either of us.

Over the next few weeks I spent a lot of time collecting myself. I helped with the big move to Jerusalem, but I stayed out of the limelight for the most part. It was only yesterday that I felt that I could come back on here and talk about all that had happened. So I am back. Stronger then ever and ready to bring people to the light of God. Maybe I will reach out to Tiger and lend a hand. He could use it. I mean, I kind of owe it to him.