The world that we live in today is the Devil's playground. Everything that's of this world belongs to him and is controlled by his evil hand. In the wicked and demoralized society that surrounds us, there's not much we can look at that he hasn't perverted or destroyed in some way or another. You can just imagine how Satan stands over his kingdom with the satisfying pleasure that he has ruined so many precious lives. But be assured that he has his bad days. God's children always come through the battle on top, even when the Devil's at his worst.
Here is an enlightening story that tells of one of these bad days.
The Devil’s Bad Day at Work
The Devil was sitting in his office one day, with his feet up on his desk and his hands behind his head. And he had a very accomplished look on his face. He was leaning back thinking about all the souls he had tricked, duped, and caught. Then all of a sudden a very ragged and seemingly pulverized demon limped thru the door.
Let’s say this demon was “Dirty Clothes Demon.”
The Devil eyed him up and down and bellowed, “Well!!! What happened to you?! I though you were with Caroline!”
The demon cringed, “Yes sir, Mister Devil, sir, I was with her.”
“Well, why aren’t you with her now, you and the others?”
The demon sat down, “Well sir, it all happened so fast.”
“What?” the Devil blurted. “What happened so fast?”
Well-me and the other demons had her bound-just like you told us to-but then... she went to church...”
“What!!! The Devil shouted. “What was the pride demon doing when someone invited her, taking a nap?”
“Uh” the demon winced at Satan’s anger. He-he tried sir, but the person who asked her must’ve been a real Christian-cause try as he might-Pride couldn’t get to fuss about it.”
Satan dropped his head and his hands and sighed, “Finish the story...”
The demon nodded. “Anyway, so she went...”
“Well, that’s not too bad, just as long as it wasn’t a Message church.”
The demon swallowed, “Uh, it was a Message church.”
What?! Satan shouted.
I’m sorry! We couldn’t help it. We should’ve known better when she put on a skirt.”
Satan was seething. “Did you do Bride Counter Measures? Ya know, make sure you singled her out? Or like she didn’t belong there? Or that she was too sinful to ever be saved?”
The demon gave Satan a pleading look. “Mister Satan, you know it was all we could do to hang on to her right when she walked thru the doors! But yes, we attempted Bride Counter Measures.”
Satan frowned, “Attempted?”
The demon hung his head, “We tried, sir! Doubt and Despair both gave it their best shot, but it was like the preacher had her attention, and we couldn’t shake her mind from him long enough to tell her a good lie.”
Satan frowned, “Which preacher?”
“I don’t know, even if he did say his name, we couldn’t have heard him from all those nuts shouting around hollering ‘Amen’ or ‘Praise God’.”
“Anyway, after the service a lot of people went to the altar.”
“No! The Devil shrieked. Tell me you didn’t let her go to the altar!”
“We tried to hold her and for a second we thought ol’ Doubt had er’ whooped. But then she jumped up and ran to the altar... uh, not every one of us held on when she went. Pride left so fast I had to look again to make sure he was even there to start with. It was left down to me, Doubt, Doubt’s helper, and No One Loves Me.”
“So,” Satan said, “How’d you get beat up so bad?”
“Well, it started looking hopeful. Doubt was working overtime, but just when we thought we had her again, all the sisters in the church had us surrounded in a heartbeat! Well, the Light inside of her (you know, the one you said for us to keep hidden with dirty clothes and rock-n-roll), it started to get brighter and brighter and brighter till we had to let go. And when we did, the Light was all over the building and we had to get out quick cause it started raining the Holy Ghost.”
Satan stood up and slammed his hands on the table. “You see, I give you all a perfectly good sinner, and what do you do? You loose her, just like you lost her older brother and sister, Robert and Patricia. I can’t believe I have to go out and get her back myself.”
So Satan left to go find Caroline.
He came back awhile later, dragging into hell with his head hanging mighty low.
Dirty Clothes approached him and asked. “Did you find Caroline?”
“Yes…” said Satan. “I found her alright.”
“So, did you get her back?”
“Nope.”
Dirty Clothes pushed a little by saying, “Why not?”
“Well,” Satan began, “When I finally found her, she was so far and deep in the love of God, that personally, I didn’t want anything to do with her. Cause the only way I could get to her is if I got saved just like she has been saved.”