I Saw Satan Fall – Chapter Eight

The lieutenants milled around Lucifer.

“What has He done?  What is He up to now?”

“He’d trying to restore His little craft project.  That’s alright.  No harm in a little order.  Maybe we should thank Him.  What He doesn’t understand in His simplicity of mind is that this world is no longer His.  It belongs to us.  He has His kingdom.  I have mine.”

“I don’t know.  I have a bad feeling about it.  I think He’s up to more than we can understand.”

“It’s that garden.  And those… creatures.  There’s something different about them.  Remember what you said about those creatures who would be made in His image and commune with Him?  Maybe that’s what they are.”

Lucifer stepped to the mouth of the cave and looked out at the vastness of God’s creation.  He turned back to the group.  He walked among them, looking each one in the face.

“They are indeed His special people.  He considers them His crowning achievement.  He made this world for them and He plans for them to rule and reign here.  But I have other plans.”

A particularly brash demon spoke up.  “We will destroy them.  Wipe them out.”

“What would be the fun in that?  Besides He won’t allow it.  I’ve already had a conversation with Him.  We can’t touch them.  But that’s alright.  We will do worse than kill them, much worse.  We will take them from Him.  They will be my possession.  They will bow to me.  They will obey me and not Him.”

“I don’t see…”

“Remember His big mistake?  He gave them the power to choose.  They are intelligent.  They have inquiring minds.  They are… curious.  We will exploit their weaknesses.  We will reason with them.  We will plant seeds in their minds that will cause them to doubt His motives.  We will encourage them to trust their own reason instead of what He has told them.  We will, with subtly, subvert them.


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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