I Saw Satan Fall – Chapter Four

Michael stood under a tree on the hillside.  Below him was a meadow that rolled away into the distance.  The hillside curved around to create a natural amphitheater.  The meadow was filled with angels.

Gabriel stepped out of the shadows to stand at Michael’s shoulder.  “What do you make of it?”

“A bigger turnout than I expected.”

“He says there’s more to come.”

“And what does He say we should do about it?”

“You know the answer.  Nothing.”

There was an outcropping of rock at the far side of the meadow.  Lucifer stepped out of the mass of angels and climbed onto his stage.  The buzz of conversation quickly died.

“Thank you for coming.  You know why we are here.  You know the danger we are in.  Decisions have been made.  A path has been laid out that will lead to confusion and chaos.  We must do what we can to convince Him that this is an unwise direction.  We must be heard.  We will be heard.”

A voice from the crowd.  “What if He doesn’t listen?”

“He will listen.  He has to.  He will see the wisdom of our council.   If He doesn’t?  If He doesn’t then maybe…  Maybe it’s time for new leadership.  I…  We have abilities that are going unused.  We are capable of leadership, of decision making that He will not allow us to exercise.  It’s time He gave us more freedom.”

“But that’s not why we have gathered.  We will expect Him to listen, to consider our advice.  We will be heard.”  He waved his arm across the gathering.  The volume of his voice rose and grew in intensity.  “With this many voices we will be heard.  With one voice we will be heard.”

Gabriel and Michael turned and looked solemnly at each other. Then they drifted silently back into the forest.


Copyright © 2011 by Angus B. Lewis
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About Angus Lewis

My wife and I lived our whole lives in Arkansas until ten years ago. We moved to the Kansas City area in 2011 (a job change). That was the reason for the 'From a Far Country' title. Our children and grandchildren were in Arkansas. Six months ago we sold our house and bought one in Sherwood, Arkansas and my wife moved back down here. Two weeks ago I retired and moved back too. (I'm probably going to try to find something part time to keep me out of trouble.) So maybe the 'From a Far Country' title is not so much of a fit anymore. But I think I'll stick with it. I'm still not home. Not yet. The Bible says we are all strangers and pilgrims here. Our real home is with God and some day we'll be there. We'll be home.
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