I Saw Satan Fall – Conclusion

The archangels stood before Them, their wings folded discretely and respectfully.  Micheal  spoke first.

“We have come from the earth.  They are safe in the Garden for now but we fear that will not last.  Satan will find a way to get to them.  We know his plans and they are evil.  He wants their hearts, their minds.  He wants to control them.”

“We know.”

“They are vulnerable.  In Your wisdom You have created creatures who are much like You.  They have intelligence.  They are curious.  They want to know.  And they have the power to choose.  We marvel at their abilities, at their potential.  Yet the very attributes You have given them can be weaknesses as well.  He can exploit them.  He can victimize them.  He can bend them to his will.”

“We are aware of that.”

“We stand ready to assist them in any way You desire.  We can negate Satan’s devices.”

“We appreciate that.  But We cannot make it too easy for them.  We must leave them with the power to choose.  In that they are unique.  That is their great strength and their greatest weakness as well.   They must deal with the choices they have.”

“He will use fear against them.”

“They will have access to Our peace.”

“He can feed them sadness and depression.”

“They can have Our joy.”

“He can fill them with his anger and wrath.”

“They will have… ”

“They will know…”

A sound.  Was it a sigh?

They will know Our love.”


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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