Knock, Knock
Satan stopped by this morning.
It was the classic Tom and Jerry setup with a miniature angel Tom on one shoulder and a tiny devil Tom on the other shoulder, both trying to convince full-size Tom to do what they want him to do.
Satan wasn’t asking me for anything major: no murder, adultery, or stealing. He was just suggesting I put something off that needed to get done. Doesn’t sound like a big deal, but I could tell by the way I was wavering about it, that I just needed to knock him off my shoulder and take care of things. So I did.
Not too long ago it wasn’t that easy. Satan wasn’t just on my shoulder; he was fully in my head. Controlling my thoughts. Filling me with doubt and keeping me stuck. Wearing me out.
It took a long time for God’s voice to get louder than the devil’s.
I don’t even know that it got louder–maybe it just got more real. Undeniable.
My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. (John 10:27)
So Satan had to go.
Thankfully.
Now when Satan comes knocking I say, “Who is it?” Then he says, “Pizza delivery”–which is so like Satan to know my weakness. But I say, “I didn’t order any pizza.” Then he says, “We’re running a special: free pizza to anyone who opens the door.” And that’s when I know it’s a trap–pizza is never free. “Oh, and cookies, too,” he says with a hint of desperation. Cookies? What kind of cookies? No, wait. Snap out of it! I say, “No thank you. Scoot along, please.” Then God and I high five each other. It’s awesome.
The devil has no sense of humor. Nothing sends him packing faster than a little burst of Joy.
The seventy-two returned with joy, saying, “Lord, even the demons are subject to us in your name!” (Luke 10:17)
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Joy, baby!
High five!
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Chewing on Jesus 