After careful consideration as to the direction of this blog, I have decided—with no small amount of trepidation—to return to the dark recesses of the abyss and once again stand face to face with the most insidious and vile creature in all of creation. This will be a most difficult journey, fraught with peril and I urge you to consider carefully the path that is set before you.
While not for the faint of heart, I am confident that should you choose to join me in this journey, you will by the grace of God be able to stand by my side in the face of this terrible creature and live to tell about it.
If you are ready then, let’s be off. If not, please find the EXIT nearest you.
The Scribe –
The Interview Continues …
This wasn’t Lucifer’s normal laugh—the type which comes and goes with the circumstance and the moment. This time it seemed to the scribe as if Satan’s switch was broken and he was stuck in his chortling mode. Stumbling backward, the angel fell upon his throne, kicking his feet in the air as his wild laughter continued unabated.
Several minutes went by as the two men waited to see what would happen, but finally it seemed as if the scribe had enough. “There is no reason for us to remain,” he said, pushing his chair back.
“Have you witnessed this particular behavior before?” Abel questioned.
“Not to this extent.” The scribe stood abruptly, grabbing his things and placing them into his satchel. “But I don’t intend to allow his antics to goad you or I another minute. We will return when his demeanor is more appropriate to our task at hand.” Stepping to the side the scribe gave a slight bow. “Shall we?”
“Thank you,” Abel answered as he walked toward the portal with the scribe right behind him.
“The way of Cain!” Lucifer’s incessant laughter broke suddenly into a burst of raging screaming which stopped both men in their tracks. Turning around, they stared at the fallen angel whose laughter had returned but this time in the form of a maniacal snicker. “Such success I have had—” his voice diminished into a delicate mumble which neither of them could here.
“Perhaps we should go back,” Abel offered.
With a thoughtful nod the scribe turned around.
“Wells without water,” Lucifer waved while watching the two men return. “Reserved they are,” he chuckled, “to the great darkness—with me.”
“And you find joy in that don’t you?” The scribe said as he sat down and prepared to write.
“Of course you fool!” he snapped. “It is all about me after all.”
“I wouldn’t say that is entirely true. There is God you know.”
Lucifer sat up with a severe grin. “As you know my dear scribe when I steal a human away from God it gives me great pleasure—joy as you just described it. But that pleasure would be severely diminished had the taking of the rodent’s soul not affected God Almighty as much as it did. He truly loves the humans. All of them.”
“And gave himself for them,” the scribe added.
“Yes, yes,” and annoyed Lucifer waved. “We can dispense with that very sad story most of the world never cared about. I would rather focus on my efforts in steering people away from the cross toward a more focused self-directed faith and worship experience.” He sat there for a moment with a smug look on his face. “My success with religion speaks for itself, for the walls of hell are clamoring with disenfranchised souls who cannot for the life of them understand why they are where they are considering the matter of their religiosity or the fine upstanding lives they lived.
“Of course not everyone in hell is in denial as to why they are there. Many a member of hell’s population knew in their lifetimes that they were destined for hell and were resigned to the fact. Many in fact looked forward to the punishment they knew they deserved. But I digress. My apologies.
“Pluralism was rampant in the days before the tribulation, riding the waves of deception which we worked very hard in implanting in the hearts of the people.”
“Continuing the deceit you brought upon my brother!” Abel spat.
“The very same,” Lucifer said as he stood and walked slowly toward them both. “The secret of my success has always been based in our relentless pursuit—the tenacity of our actions, not the actions themselves. In truth our methods against the humans are anything but complicated. That is why what worked on your brother Cain worked on billions of others over human history.
“What is it that you humans say? If it’s not broken—”
“Don’t fix it,” the scribe said.
“Yes, that is right,” the devil said as the slack in the chains disappeared. “Don’t fix it.” He snickered. “And what worked so well in the church was what worked so well with Cain. Embrace God I would whisper but choose your own path to him. Embrace his word but approach the bible on your own terms, not his, and certainly not on the guidance of one his first century misogynistic apostles. Embrace the revelation of God through the prophets but embrace current revelation as well, treating the bible as an instrument undergoing its own evolution of truth.
Reaching the end of his chains, he stepped back until the slack touched the rocky ground. “And know that sometimes the evolution of scripture runs a little behind the times and I encourage people to take matters into their own hands. Recognizing their role as modern day prophets, apostles and bishops it is up to them to fulfill their responsibilities to speak for God in matters where God is silent and to speak for God when conflict arises between the scripture of old and the society of new.
“Consider what came to be called ‘the social gospel’ and the importance of its implementation in the Lord’s great commission. And by importance of course I mean in relation to my plans, not God’s. Can people not see as I do the good in feeding the poor, giving water to the thirsty, clothing the naked? But it is more than good don’t you understand? For there is no other way for these human rodents to enter into heaven except by what they do in service to the least of these?”
“This is preposterous!” Abel yelled as he stepped forward. “There is only one way to see God and that is by faith in the Son, Jesus Christ. Salvation has always been and shall always be by faith.”
“Settle down my boy,” Lucifer grinned. “You will get no argument from me.”
“Abel.” Feeling a hand upon his shoulder he turned to look at the scribe. “Come on back and sit down with me.”
“Yes, yes, run along Abel,” the devil taunted, “before I have you for breakfast as I did your brother.”
Tenseness flared and immediately the scribe was standing in front of Abel, pressing into his chest with both hands. “Don’t listen to him Abel. He wants to provoke you. He wants to draw you in.”
Abel looked over the scribe’s shoulder the angel bound in chains. “Another time Lucifer.”
“Yes—another time,” the devil grinned. “Oh religion, religion, religion—how wonderful it is. And if I may, how many of the human rodents have I sent with their spiritual bags packed into hell because they believed in the social gospel? How many are in torment because their approach to God was in the tradition of men and not according to God? How many?”
“I don’t know,” the scribe said as he an Abel walked back to his desk.
“I don’t know either,” Satan snickered. “You should go and ask Abel’s brother. He probably knows better than most how many have gone the way of Cain.”
“His hand pointed behind me and I turned to see the emptiness of the heavens quickly filling with a massive wave of white, silver and gray angelic wings. They bore down on us like a torrential flood, twisting, turning and rolling in the sky. Their numbers swelled dramatically before my eyes, and soon there were so many of them that all that I could see was a vast sea of angels—my warriors.
“It was not long before my great liberated army stood behind me, facing God and those angels who remained loyal to him. Between us lay a great expanse of heavenly sky, a chasm formed not by distance, but by will. It would prove to be a rift that would forever divide those who were once united in purpose.
“As our forces faced each other, tension rippled its way through the ranks of my newly formed legion. Their demeanor changed along with their allegiance, and soon they were growling and snarling at those who just moments before were called friends and allies.
“A line had been drawn scribe,” Lucifer said. “It was a line drawn from heaven to earth and from the beginning of days until the end of time. It was a line between the forces of God and my own; between light and the darkness. It was a line which would separate not only heavenly angels and fallen ones, but separate friend from friend and brother from brother.
“Both armies remained in position, poised and ready to strike. But all eyes and ears were trained on God himself. Everyone waited for God to do or say something. But as the silence dragged on, God continued to reinforce his weakness and amplify my strength.
“Drunk with their new-found power, my angelic army broke the silence with a steady beat of Lucifer—Lucifer—Lucifer. Again and again they chanted my name, waving their fists in defiant synchronicity. Each stanza grew louder and more boisterous than the previous one. Eventually they gave way to an eruption of ferocious threats and wrathful taunts.”
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The Scribe –