“…staring transfixed at his screen he was suddenly hearing answers to his questions. The shirtless, swarthy–possibly Assyrian–figure gazed into the lens, beyond which there was clearly a ring light on maximum brightness, illuminating every crag in his chiseled face.
“”I remember the day I found God. I was working in tech sales, had a bad drinking problem, was badly addicted to porn to the point where I couldn’t keep a girlfriend. I needed to make a change. My buddy Toby invited me to attend a Christian retreat in the Blue Ridge mountains where I meditated in seclusion, read from the Good Book every morning, studied Gregorian chant and slept on a stone slab.
Throughout this ordeal, I heard a voice in my head, telling me about the natural order of things. The rightful place of this and that. Men and women. That what “”so-called academics”” call racism or Islamophobia is really just a theory of history not entirely without its merits. God told me to meet the world with humility. I was suddenly irresistible to women. I tripled my levels of free testosterone.
As I read more of the good word I found inspiration for every element of my daily life and strength to tackle the obstacles before me. Psalm 144:1 says: ‘Praise be to the Lord my rock, who trains my hands for war, my fingers for battle.’ I read that one every morning, put on my favorite audiobook and hit the pads. It’s completely electric.”””
This story was submitted as part of the Oxford Pilot Phase of the Gen Z Role Models Project.
“…staring transfixed at his screen” (S102) © 2026 by The Gen Z Role Models Project is licensed under CC BY 4.0
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