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Bob Jones University in South Carolina was briefly in the spotlight when candidate GWB chose it as the site of a speech during the 2000 primaries. For those not familiar with BJU (that is what they call themselves; get your minds out of the gutter, pornographers!) it is a Christian college to the same extent that the ocean is damp.
(It is not true that BJU forbids interracial dating; students just need the permission of an irresponsible parent who fails to recognize the dangers of race pollution.)
Inspired by Al Franken, I went to the BJU website and read this cautionary tale for parents who are considering other colleges for their children.
Written by the school's founder, "Three Shipwrecks" demonstrates that even Christian colleges can be infiltrated by secular influences sufficient to cause your kid to "get a gun and blow out his brains."

Parents beware.
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edited for length
Three College Shipwrecks
by Dr. Bob Jones Sr., D.D., LL.D. (1883-1968)
Founder of Bob Jones University
If you will read the story of three college shipwrecks and will keep in mind that as an evangelist I have had many such experiences, you will understand why I felt it was my duty and took upon myself years ago, when I was in the prime of life, the heavy burden of founding Bob Jones University.
I have met many young people who went away from Christian homes to colleges and universities and came back not only with their faith shattered but sometimes with their morals wrecked.
The spiritual lives of many young people are being sacrificed on the altar of what men call academic freedom.
Three College Shipwrecks
I. His Only Daughter
I spoke to a great Southern audience. I pictured the atheistic drift in the educational life of America. A man sat on the front seat and followed my every word with an expression of agony I have rarely seen on a human face.
When the service was over, his pastor said to me, "Did you see that man who looked like the incarnation of agony? He is a member of my church. He is one of the truest Christians I have ever known. He is on my board. He had one daughter. She was a beautiful child. She grew up in the Sunday School and church. She finished high school.
"He sent her off to a certain college. At the end of nine months, she came home with her faith shattered. She laughed at God and the old-time religion. She broke the hearts of her father and mother. They wept over her. They prayed over her. It availed nothing. At last they chided her. She rushed upstairs, stood in front of a mirror, took a gun, and blew out her brains."
II. The Pride Of His Mother
I was conducting a revival campaign in the shadow of one of the great universities in a northern city. One night I dismissed the crowd and started downtown. A young fellow followed me down the street. I noticed that the young man was crying; so I put my arm around him and took him up to my room in the hotel.
He told me this story: "Mr. Jones, I am a boy; but when I came to this school, I was pure as the purest girl who ever lived. I entered the dormitory and took my mother's Bible out of the tray of the trunk and laid it on the table.
"The students flocked around me, calling to the other students to come see my Bible. 'We have a country boy come to town, and he has brought a Bible with him!'
"'He will get over that,' someone said.
"'Just give him time. Let him get in biology. The biology prof will fix him. The Bible is all right for country people and for ignorant folks, but we have outgrown that.'
"I paid no attention to them. I read my Bible. I said my prayers. I went to Sunday School and church.
"At last I got in the biology class. You have got to hand it to that teacher. He was a better psychologist than he was a biologist. He dropped doubts in my mind every time I went to class. Little by little he broke down my religious resistance. After a while I lost my faith. I didn't believe in my Bible.
"I hate to tell you this, Mr. Jones, but one night I went out with the boys. I have lived in awful sin. I have gambled away the money that Mother saved. I have gone with wicked women, and my faith is all ruined.
"Today I had a letter from my mother. She will be here tomorrow. I can't see her. I couldn't look at her. She thinks I am pure. She thinks I am the same boy that I was when I left her a few months ago. I couldn't stand to look into her eyes. If I did look at her I couldn't kiss her, for I have an unspeakable disease. I am going downtown in the morning before Mother gets here and buy a gun and blow out my brains.
"If there is a hell, as my mother's Bible says, it isn't any worse than the hell I am in."
III. The Son of An Aged Minister
A feeble old man came down the aisle and took me by the hand. "I would like to speak to you a minute, Brother Bob," said the old man, with trembling voice.
"Brother Bob," he began, "l am an old superannuated minister of the Gospel. After I began my ministry, we preachers said, 'We must build us a church school so we can educate our own children.' My dear, sweet wife made her pledge; and though she wasn't strong physically, she did her own washing and saved the money to give to the school.
"We never had but one child. He was a boy."
The old man's face lighted as he continued, "He was a great boy, bright, clean, obedient, Christian. He graduated from high school with honors. He prayed in public. Everybody said he was an ideal preacher's son.
"The day came when he was to go to college. Wife and I stood on the front step and kissed our darling boy good-by. He looked so manly and clean as he went out the gate; and his shoulders were so broad, and he was so erect. That night Wife and I knelt together by the bed to say our prayers. 'Our Father, we thank Thee that we have a safe place to educate our boy. He is in a Christian school, and we know he will come back to us as good as he was when he left us.' "
Then the old man, straightening up, threw his shoulders back like a soldier on parade; his eyes flashed fire, and he set his jaw. "Brother Bob, while I had been preaching to my country churches, the devil had been sowing tares in the college. A skeptic had got in the Science Department.
At the end of four years my boy came home with his degree; but he came home an atheist, laughing at my religion, at the Gospel I preach, and at the faith of his mother.
"My son is a middle-aged man now; but he is a drunken, atheistic bum."
© 2004 Bob Jones University website
~ ~ ~
If I can speak for Dr. Bob, I don't think he means to make the point that only drunken atheism can save your child from shooting himself.
(It is not true that BJU forbids interracial dating; students just need the permission of an irresponsible parent who fails to recognize the dangers of race pollution.)
Inspired by Al Franken, I went to the BJU website and read this cautionary tale for parents who are considering other colleges for their children.
Written by the school's founder, "Three Shipwrecks" demonstrates that even Christian colleges can be infiltrated by secular influences sufficient to cause your kid to "get a gun and blow out his brains."
Parents beware.
~ ~ ~
edited for length
Three College Shipwrecks
by Dr. Bob Jones Sr., D.D., LL.D. (1883-1968)
Founder of Bob Jones University
If you will read the story of three college shipwrecks and will keep in mind that as an evangelist I have had many such experiences, you will understand why I felt it was my duty and took upon myself years ago, when I was in the prime of life, the heavy burden of founding Bob Jones University.
I have met many young people who went away from Christian homes to colleges and universities and came back not only with their faith shattered but sometimes with their morals wrecked.
The spiritual lives of many young people are being sacrificed on the altar of what men call academic freedom.
Three College Shipwrecks
I. His Only Daughter
I spoke to a great Southern audience. I pictured the atheistic drift in the educational life of America. A man sat on the front seat and followed my every word with an expression of agony I have rarely seen on a human face.
When the service was over, his pastor said to me, "Did you see that man who looked like the incarnation of agony? He is a member of my church. He is one of the truest Christians I have ever known. He is on my board. He had one daughter. She was a beautiful child. She grew up in the Sunday School and church. She finished high school.
"He sent her off to a certain college. At the end of nine months, she came home with her faith shattered. She laughed at God and the old-time religion. She broke the hearts of her father and mother. They wept over her. They prayed over her. It availed nothing. At last they chided her. She rushed upstairs, stood in front of a mirror, took a gun, and blew out her brains."
II. The Pride Of His Mother
I was conducting a revival campaign in the shadow of one of the great universities in a northern city. One night I dismissed the crowd and started downtown. A young fellow followed me down the street. I noticed that the young man was crying; so I put my arm around him and took him up to my room in the hotel.
He told me this story: "Mr. Jones, I am a boy; but when I came to this school, I was pure as the purest girl who ever lived. I entered the dormitory and took my mother's Bible out of the tray of the trunk and laid it on the table.
"The students flocked around me, calling to the other students to come see my Bible. 'We have a country boy come to town, and he has brought a Bible with him!'
"'He will get over that,' someone said.
"'Just give him time. Let him get in biology. The biology prof will fix him. The Bible is all right for country people and for ignorant folks, but we have outgrown that.'
"I paid no attention to them. I read my Bible. I said my prayers. I went to Sunday School and church.
"At last I got in the biology class. You have got to hand it to that teacher. He was a better psychologist than he was a biologist. He dropped doubts in my mind every time I went to class. Little by little he broke down my religious resistance. After a while I lost my faith. I didn't believe in my Bible.
"I hate to tell you this, Mr. Jones, but one night I went out with the boys. I have lived in awful sin. I have gambled away the money that Mother saved. I have gone with wicked women, and my faith is all ruined.
"Today I had a letter from my mother. She will be here tomorrow. I can't see her. I couldn't look at her. She thinks I am pure. She thinks I am the same boy that I was when I left her a few months ago. I couldn't stand to look into her eyes. If I did look at her I couldn't kiss her, for I have an unspeakable disease. I am going downtown in the morning before Mother gets here and buy a gun and blow out my brains.
"If there is a hell, as my mother's Bible says, it isn't any worse than the hell I am in."
III. The Son of An Aged Minister
A feeble old man came down the aisle and took me by the hand. "I would like to speak to you a minute, Brother Bob," said the old man, with trembling voice.
"Brother Bob," he began, "l am an old superannuated minister of the Gospel. After I began my ministry, we preachers said, 'We must build us a church school so we can educate our own children.' My dear, sweet wife made her pledge; and though she wasn't strong physically, she did her own washing and saved the money to give to the school.
"We never had but one child. He was a boy."
The old man's face lighted as he continued, "He was a great boy, bright, clean, obedient, Christian. He graduated from high school with honors. He prayed in public. Everybody said he was an ideal preacher's son.
"The day came when he was to go to college. Wife and I stood on the front step and kissed our darling boy good-by. He looked so manly and clean as he went out the gate; and his shoulders were so broad, and he was so erect. That night Wife and I knelt together by the bed to say our prayers. 'Our Father, we thank Thee that we have a safe place to educate our boy. He is in a Christian school, and we know he will come back to us as good as he was when he left us.' "
Then the old man, straightening up, threw his shoulders back like a soldier on parade; his eyes flashed fire, and he set his jaw. "Brother Bob, while I had been preaching to my country churches, the devil had been sowing tares in the college. A skeptic had got in the Science Department.
At the end of four years my boy came home with his degree; but he came home an atheist, laughing at my religion, at the Gospel I preach, and at the faith of his mother.
"My son is a middle-aged man now; but he is a drunken, atheistic bum."
© 2004 Bob Jones University website
~ ~ ~
If I can speak for Dr. Bob, I don't think he means to make the point that only drunken atheism can save your child from shooting himself.
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