Manson and Me

Manson and meI recently took my son, Stuart on a graduation trip to California. While there, we spent a good bit of time in the San Francisco area, hanging out in Chinatown, Fisherman’s Wharf, Golden Gate Bridge and the Muir Woods. Then there was a day trip up to Napa Valley. God times, great food and the best of company! We had a blast! And he deserved it, having graduated Cum Laude from College with a double major (though I’m not a proud dad or anything!). Anyway, while in SF, I (being a former hippie, and still hippie at heart) had to visit the Haight-Ashbury District. Home of the anti-establishment, Summer of Love and just about every kind of “groovy” thing in the late ’60’s, it still carries much the same atmosphere it did back in those days. Rock star clothing boutiques, head shops, music stores, bizarre bazaars and just about anything you’d want can be found. And of course, weird people. Burned out old hippies, nouveau hipsters and homeless druggies are in plentiful supply.

But since I was there, I decided to look up a curious address. It’s a house on Cole Street where a man named Charles Manson lived for a while. You know about him already, though. His mesmerizing manipulation eventually led to nine grizzly murders in the Los Angeles are in the Summer of ’69. But the genesis of what became known as the “Manson Family” began when Manson lived in this house on Cole Street. From there, he started recruiting gullible teenage runaways. What followed not long afterwards no one really likes to talk about.

Manson and me houseStuart and I walked around the corner and located the house. Though the house numbers had been removed (to keep weird tourists like me from gawking), it looked much as it did some 40+ years ago. We didn’t spend much time there (so as not to appear obvious), but just long enough to snap a few pictures before heading back to Haight Street for more window shopping.

Manson is considered one of the most evil men of the 20th century. And for good reason. The mere mention of his name has become synonymous with wickedness and murder. He is a bad man. Crazy. Demonic. Or something even worse. Manson didn’t need the devil to do what he did.

And neither do we.

According to the Bible, our hearts are “deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked. Who can understand it?” (Jeremiah 17:9). But did God really mean that? Are we really that bad? Well, maybe we haven’t done the things Manson did, so at least we’re “better” than him, right? We would call a maniacal cult leader like Manson “desperately wicked”, and yet God uses the same terms when referring to us. Hmm, maybe there is more to our problem than we are willing to admit. A deeper issue of evil in our hearts than we are willing to embrace. At least, when compared to God’s standard.

All of this points to a sinful entity within all humanity. The Bible calls it the “sin nature”. I call it a Zombie. It’s in Manson, and it’s in you.





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