The Day I Told satan he Was Stupid

In conversation a little while ago, I was reminded of the one and only time I dared address the devil myself. Several years ago, I had a momentary set back in faith. I not only had doubts that God loved me, but just for a moment I doubted He even existed.

But that is when satan messed up. That moment turned into an hour – one of the most excruciating hours I ever spent. All these thoughts came rushing in trying to totally convince me that God does not exist and if He did, He certainly wanted no part of me. Well, the part that the devil forgot – I have an extremely emotional personality, it’s true – but that is only half of me. I am also extremely analytical and logical. (Yes, I am a conundrum).

I suddenly thought – wait, if God does not exist, why would it matter whether or not I believed in Him.. why would it not be just like everything else in life. I was taught the ABCs, 1+1 = 2, flowers are beautiful, so many things that I never question whether or not they were true. So why would I question the existence of God, after all, it was another thing that I was taught was true? Why was there so much division and fighting in the world over whether God exists or not? Again, no one cares if someone trusts that flowers are beautiful or that 1+1 = 2.

There could only be one reason that it mattered. It mattered because the devil exists and spends his time trying to convince that God does not exist. If the devil exists, then guess what, that must mean God exists. So I addressed the devil and literally told him “You are so stupid. You totally blew it. By trying so hard to convince me that God does not exist, you proved your existence and therefore His.”

Now that I was firmly back on solid ground as to the issue of existence, there still was the matter of whether God loved ME, whether He wanted anything to do with ME.

Then I realized, this whole situation also proved that He did. If He didn’t love me, if He didn’t care about me (Sue H), why didn’t He just leave me with the doubts? Why, if He was not wanting to have anything to do with me, would He have me realize the irony of the situation and the stupidity of satan. For that matter, why would He have made me the way I am so that in this moment of doubt, the totally contrasting attributes that make up my personality, are the very things that helped me to recognize satan and crush those thoughts.

I have never risked addressing the devil myself again (I leave that to the experts), but if I did, I would simply say: Get thee behind me satan for you are just too dumb and a waste of my time.