I Saw Satan Fall – Chapter Six

There was war in heaven.  Lucifer and his one third stood defiantly before Him and demanded that they be heard.  And in an instant they were gone, all of them.  They found themselves on that little world that was so special to Him.  Not quite physical, no longer completely spirit in the sense they had known.  They were not at home in this world but they no longer had a home anywhere else.

At first they were shocked at what had happened to them.  They were filled with confusion and fear.  They turned to their leader for an explanation.  Lucifer rose up and looked around.  He looked to heaven as his eyes began to glow with anger.  Then he raised his fists and shook them in the face of God.  A bellow of rage rose up from the depths of his soul.  The very atmosphere rippled with the force of his wrath.

His followers felt the power of his rage and it began to infect them.  They began to shake their fists and scream at their creator.  The peace that had inhabited that place was disturbed by their roars.  The atmosphere began to spin and swirl.  Tornados and hurricanes spawned.  Earthquakes and volcanic eruptions ripped the crust of the earth.  What had been a world of peace, order, and tranquility was returned to chaos.

 

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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