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Feared
by many. Worshipped by some. I invited him to tea. What a face! Intelligence with slyness, ugliness with beauty, and wickedness with softness. Satan, what’s your standing with God? Unlike mankind I have first-hand knowledge of The Most High. He’s the Creator of everything in the universe, including me. It’s laughable those who are atheists. Satan, how do you carry out your work? God has given me permission. I use this permission to attack mankind with all devious means. Satan sipped some tea & glanced at me with those cunning eyes. The next question was obvious to him. How? I whisper into their hearts. See how people’s words & their accompanying actions are worlds apart, Satan stated. I nodded my head. What’s your most dangerous pastime, Satan? Destroying marriages! Why? Because it’s the foundation of society. Children without loving parents become easy prey for me. Love, the milk of human kindness, is missing. Satan paused, waiting for the weight of that statement to sink in. I build rum shops & wicked houses upon the foundations of lust & self-gratification. Jesus called his people a “generation of vipers!” The people accused the most chaste woman, Mary, with the grievous sin of fornication. Satan gushed with pride as he recalled his “accomplishments.” I am the inspiration of falsehood, slander, treachery, deceit & mockery. Your other major target? Politicians & talk-show hosts. Our eyes locked...then we burst out in spontaneous laughter. Today’s people? Oh, they are easy prey. Because of their lack of spirituality, their marriages collapse easily. They are greedy for money. They kidnap...sell drugs...in coconuts...we laughed again...do all kinds of dirty things for money. Why? Because I threaten them with poverty. I have so much human fodder for my furnace. Today was great. Excuse me, Satan said, I need to worship God. And he bowed in total reverence to His Maker...and man walks on blindly. And then I invited God...
Words
Artistry with words is more of
a skill than artistry with paints. A painter can correct & refine
& add subtle tones to what he uses his brush to say, but spoken
words are final. As they leave the tongue, they are finished &
cast forever, no matter what other words may follow. Written
words, too, are not easily presented. How often do we search in
vain for a word to bring a thought properly to paper? Some writers
settle for less; other writers live in pain because they feel they
haven't found the magnificent words their minds won't surrender.
Admire words well used: They are living monuments to the power of
the minds of people.
Words in haste do
friendships waste
Work is the best narcotic. |