A Dark
Story
by Matt Slick
In a dark hot pit of blackness, three demons bragged of
their battles on earth against the church. One demon, thick skinned, wet, and low to the
ground raised himself upon his clawed feet, and in a gurgling voice hurled his
proclamation of greatness at the other two. "I caused the death of a Christian this
week. He died slowly, in pain, and his witness is no more."
The other two jumped about and hit each other in ecstatic
shrieks of delight. The death of a Christian was almost always good to
them. But one demon mocked the first and said, "The death of the saved is most
to be sought. But saved he be, and here he is not." The first demon glared with red
eyes aflame at his mocking cohort, then he snarled a grotesque breath and
stepped down.
The second demon pushed the first aside, took his turn and
likewise raised himself to the place of boasting. He peered with cunning at his companions
then bore his fanged smile. "A family of four believers this week did
die by a dark servant, a drunkard in a car. They laid in agony upon the
road. The rain did drown their tears and with great pain they passed.
To our master's delight their witness is no more."
The first demon bowed his head to the greater victory
wrought at the second's treacherous hand. The second stepped down and
proudly moved away, dragging
his tail and legs.
Finally, the third rose up and took the place of boasting in front of
the other two. He did not look as hideous as they, nor did he raise himself in
self-exalting pride. He smiled and said, "Death has not
come to the believer I have killed. His heart is cold and has
little room for the love of our Enemy. He is known for belief in the
One, yet in small things of darkness he does partake. By word and deed
he defames the name of our One Enemy. His poor witness, I know, will
endure for many to see."
With this the third stepped
down. The other two bowed to the greater victory.
Copyright © Matthew J. Slick 1996.
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