This darn mortal coil

I'm so angry right now, I could burst.

I cannot wait, cannot wait for the day that Jesus Christ, the God of Peace, crushes Satan's head underneath His feet. Cannot wait until that snivelling creature gets his face ground into the clay that he so polluted over all the years he was given liberty to roam to and fro on the earth. When he gets his dues for twisting and confusing and muddling the minds of weak and strong-willed humans alike.

I'm on the warpath tonight, and you can bet that the devil is going to get a double-dose counter-attack of prayer from myself!

I've just finished talking with a very confused young man about his beliefs; my friend's father said it the best, "He has no beliefs--only opinions." Satan has this boy twisted around his crooked little finger, and the kid doesn't even know it. He doesn't know what he believes, he changed what he said he believed just about heaven at least twice in the 30-minute conversation we had. Satan's best weapon is confusion. Just get them to believe anything--even if it's nothing--other than the truth. And that's really all that this kid believes--nothing.

He claimed to base all of his beliefs on "logic"--yet when shown logic, he shied away from admitting anything definitive in his belief system! For example:

Me: You say you believe that Jesus isn't God, right?
Him: Right.
Me: But you do believe some of the stuff he said was true, right?
Him: Right.
Me: Jesus said He was God. I'm assuming you don't believe that, right?
Him: Right.
Me: So--logically--you're calling Jesus a liar.
Him: Well...uh...well, no...

Um, excuse me?

After all was said and done, I told this young man, "Look, no matter what you decide to believe, just make sure that in the end, you know why you believe what you believe."
"Oh," he responded reassuringly, "I question everything."
"Yes, but the important part," I told him, "is to once you've questioned everything, to come to conclusions."
"Yeah," he admitted, "I kinda have a problem with that..."

Ay, there's the rub.

Satan is a lot of words, most of them four-letter rather un-nice ones that I won't soil my blog with here. But above all, he's a deceiver, and the father of lies.

And I cannot wait until the day that he is bound and thrown into the lake of fire forever.

That's mostly the problem with being alive, and living with this darn mortal coil. My complaint at the moment, unlike Hamlet's, however, is that while I am alive I cannot have the satisfaction of physically seeing retribution doled out to the evil one.

For right now, I must try to remember that the weapons of our warfare are not carnal, but mighty through God, to the pulling down of strongholds. My mother used to tell me that, "Satan trembles when he sees the smallest Christian on his knees." I've always cherished that thought.

When I pray, it's like I'm grinding my heel in his face. :-D