…What you’re calling evil, is part of human nature.
Our laugh is a torment and our cry is a joy for the Satan!
When Jesus died, satan triumphed but when He resurrected, satan died
If I read the articles about me, and I didn’t know me, I would think I was Satan.
This unhoused, exiled Satan was perhaps the heavenly patron of all exiles, all unhoused people, all those who were torn from their place and left floating, half-this, half-that, denied the rooted person’s comforting, defining sense...
Satan is hopelessly desperate as Jesus waits patiently.
I do not fear Satan half so much as I fear those who fear him.