Yikes, this is going on two threads. Well I'm going to repeat my posts from the other thread.
There was a legend that a little girl was sexually abused by the smurfs on her underwear. Smurfs and sex, the two scariest things to them. And I also posted this excerpt from the Awake.
However, I was still a new, immature Christian. For example, after sharing in house-to-house preaching on a cold Sunday, I would climb into my car and close the windows. While enjoying the warmth of the sun, I would listen to a cassette recording of the master tape of my music. At the same time, I had also started courting a fine young woman, Debbie, who shared in the Witness work full-time. Once, while I was listening to that tape, Debbie approached the car, and I quickly stopped the tape. Deep down I realized that it was not music fit for a Christian.
Soon after Debbie and I got married, we started having problems. I would often wake up in the middle of the night sweating and shaking. I had terrifying nightmares of wading through rivers of blood while being chased by demons. My poor wife went through a difficult time for many months because of these demon attacks. Although Debbie wasn’t fully aware of the content of my music, she did suspect that it had a bad influence on me, and she voiced that opinion. But I stubbornly insisted: “I’m going to keep this tape forever for sentimental reasons.”
We also argued about many other things, and I would often end up shouting at her. Because we had so many fights, Debbie wisely approached the congregation elders for help. Sometimes an elder would visit and try to help us, but after the elder left, I again got angry with Debbie. Too proud to admit that we needed help, I would say: “What right did you have to go to the elders and talk to them. That is my responsibility. I am the head of the house.” Yes, I had an unbalanced view of headship. Then I would sulk and not talk to her for days. Now I realize that all she was trying to do was save her husband and her marriage.
Then one night Debbie spoke to one of the elders about my guitar playing and the type of music I listened to. So an elder came over and had a long chat with me. I remember that he asked me: “Do you have something in your home that could possibly be the cause of your problems?” At last I opened up and told him about the tape, admitting that it bothered my conscience.—1 Timothy 1:5, 19.
That same night, after the elder left, I decided to get rid of the tape. Debbie and I took it into the backyard and tried to burn it, but it wouldn’t burn. So we dug a hole and buried it. I also sold my guitar. I thought to myself: ‘If I’m going to make the break from debasing music, then I must do it completely.’ And amazingly, I stopped having nightmares. From that time onward, things gradually improved in our marriage.