Sunday, 08 February 2009

  • Battling satan

    Hey people!
    I know its been a while, but I hope you will enjoy my short story. The ones starring in it are very famous.

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        " EPIC  BATTLE  OF  THE  ANCIENT  MINDS  IN  THE  TERRITORY  OF  A  GIRLS  HEAD  ON  A  SPRING  MORNING    "

    ... You know I'm not so good with names.. But then again, I'm sure the content is the most important, right?

    "I sat on the hard wooden bench fighting against distraction. I felt as though something was pressing me hard. The law. I felt I was under the law.

    "But that can't be it. Jesus has freed us from it," I tried to reason. This reasoning did not explain why I felt the way I did. It was as though everything around me was yelling me to try to be good. Not in a Godly sense but in this I have to or else-sense. I sighed and closed my eyes.


    "Maybe God could wash this feeling away with grace..?"
    A short snicker interrupted my request and I glanced to my left. A beautiful angelic creature looked at me with a mocking smile.
    "Your'e such a bad Christian," the beautiful creature almost laughed his face accusing me for not reaching the standards of goodness. I felt the burden lay heavily on my shoulders.

    "Would grace cover for my incompetence?" I asked him slightly annoyed by the interruption of my thoughts.
    "Fool! Do you really think God would take you as you are?" His voice was nearly frantic, "Yeah, sure," he snorted "He might accept you like that at first, but actually He wants you to become better. You should read the Bible more, go to church, pray more, spread the Good News better." He was obviously trying to keep his voice light, though I felt a flush of distaste in his tone on the way he said the 'Good News'.


    "But, I am. I'm trying to do those things. I pray.." I mumbled as I heard his voice of condemnation still ring in my ears.
    "You think God hears your prayers? Do you think He actually cares?" The creature challenged, his blue saphire-like eyes sparkling.
    "Umm.. Yeah. I think He does," I answered truthfully.

    "Well, why isn't your finger healed?" He pointed at my swollen left hand middle finger with an innocent grin on his face. I had hurt my finger about six months ago, and the joint had really swelled up and felt tender even now. I opened my palm infront of my face feeling the angelic gaze follow my expression carefully.
    "God can heal me anytime," I defended.
    "Yeah, He could heal you," He paused tactically, "If He wanted to.. But seeing it is not healed.." his voice drifted away letting my imgination fill the rest of the sentence.
    "Its not like that.. " I rejected his idea. He was silent for a while, staring idly at the high white church windows.


    "A true Christian would not turn down any opportunity to pray; weather it means praying alone or in a group. I haven't seen you do that in a long time," a hard mocking edge entered his tone as he continued "Maybe God has chosen to leave you. You know He knows who'll go to heaven and hell, and maybe He saw best to erase your name from the list.."
    I stared at the beautiful face in disbelief.
    "Or then again, maybe it is good you don't pray in groups. Its not as if you have something special to say, anyways. Just the normal whining," he chuckled silently at his private joke.

    "Who are you?" I managed to get my voice even. His comment had hurt. I knew I was not much of a prayer. Yes, I whined to God about several things, usually not even letting Him get a word in between, but that was private. That was between me and Him.


    "You wonder why God never answers your prayers? " He asked flatly ignoring my question.
    "What do you mean He doesn't answer. He does-"
    "The finger, remember," he pointed at my hand with a jubilant grin before continuing "To me it seems as though God has put you on a loooong hold. Or maybe your life calling is just to stay out of the way of the Good Christians, who actually seek God and are really, really close to Him, " he mused.

    "If God calls me to stay out of the way, I should do as He says." I was sure he could hear the sadness in my voice.
    "Yea.. Some people just haven't got any talents to begin with," he seemed to be talking to himself now rather than me. I clenched my fist around the bills I was holding trying to suppress my anger. He seemed to notice that.


    "Do you plan on giving money to the church?" His voice was barely interested now.
    "Whats it to you," I answeres curtly.
    "So you're trying to pretend to be the 'good christian' by giving away all that money? Don't you think thats a bit too much?"
    "I don't plan on pretending anything to anyone.. And I don't have to give it all."
    "What, now you're gonna put only a little bit of money instead of all of that? What kind of a Christian are you, you don't even pay tithes. Don't you know 'God loves a cheerful giver'? Selfish girl.." He muttered.
    "Okay, okay. Fine, see, I'll put all the bills in. Happy now?" I just wanted him to shut up. This angelic creature was driving me crazy.
    "God, you are such a show-off. Think you can buy your way to heaven, huh?"
    I couldn't believe it. What was I suppose to do then? I stared at the creatures perfect features, which were fixed into an innocent smile clearly aware of my inner struggle.


    "Youre giving me a headache," I finally concluded.
    "Bet your God won't heal that either," he chuckled. "Not with your resumé at least."


    "You think?" An unfamiliar velvet voice from my left interrupted the musing of the gorgeous creature. Before I turned my head to see who spoke, I saw the creature's angelic features twist with such hate and revulsion I instinctly flinched back. I quickly followed the creature's gaze to my left. A gentle pair of eyes looked past me with such authority and confidence I felt my heart skip a beat. I stared in awe at the man. His looks weren't exceptional in any way, but it was his spirit and being that emanated such goodness and acceptance that I could not turn my eyes off of him. It wasn't until he turned his eyes to mine that I had to look down. I had never felt so loved in my entire life.


    "Do not be afraid," his every word was filled with compassion, "You don't have to fill any laws. I have already fulfilled the Law."

    It was exactly as I thought. I was not bound by the Law.

    Didn't Jesus take our transgressions for the exact reason that we, people, were not capable of making our way to heaven with our deeds? God wanted to show His love to us, and what better way to do that than to give His love freely to everyone who is willing to accept it through-

    "Jesus...," I whispered out loud.

    I glanced to my right at the creature. His expression was pained and he seemed to shrink on his seat. The beauty he had reflected earlier had vanished leaving the once sparkling eyes burning with hatred and bitterness. Unforgiveness had distorted his face into a sad mask and the closeness of such pure goodness seemed to take its toll on his self-control as fear flashed through his eyes.


    "Eeva." The man said my name and I had never heard anyone say it with such tenderness. I looked shyly up to the man now knowing who He was. His brown eyes pored into mine and at that moment I felt the answers to all my doubts, fears and unvoiced questions. Nevertheless He decided to voice them.

    "I hear your prayers. I never leave your side so how could I not hear them?" It was not a question

    "I'm not looking for talents in people. I don't offer forgiveness while expecting people to pay me back. I'm looking for people who are willing to love." My eyes filled up with tears. I had to look down.

    "You did not choose me, but I chose you. And I'm not going to leave my work unfinished." It was so hard to understand how I could be loved with such patience.

    "But you know the path that comes from following Me is not the easiest one," He paused and a sorrowful tone entered His voice " this path includes pains, hardships, disease, accidents, persecution, suffering, sadness.. Your finger is not the biggest hardship a Christian can go through, trust me." It was true, and I knew it. After all what He had gone through on the cross and I would whine over a swollen finger? I took a deep breath to calm myself.

    "And what comes to your self-defense, " I could hear the smile in His voice now. "I think you need to practise spiritual judo as well as the original art." I blushed still looking down.

    "It is written 'For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.'"

    In that moment I felt the weight be lifted off of me. I glanced to my right side.
    The hard wooden bench was empty.

    Satan was gone."


    Yes, so as you can see this Jesus-character won many Oscars from His performance.
    Also, I heard from a reliable source, that He does His own stunts..
    But be good.

    Tomorrow is my first spring day in school. Sugoi!

    Thats right.

    Eeva




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