Before we were born and earth’s history began we all lived
as spirits in the presence of God, where the whole plan for this earth and its
purpose were presented to us. In a great
act of courage, greater than I believe that we can imagine, we each agreed with
that plan and volunteered to be born into this world of trial and sorrow, but
also of potential achievement and triumph. The exercise of our free will centered on
voluntary obedience to Jesus Christ would make all of the ultimate
difference. As the scriptures relate, many there were who shied away from
the risk and in rebellion sought another way where freedom would be denied us
while all of our needs and comforts would be provided for without any exercise
of our will or moral effort.
Those who rejected the plan of the Father and rebelled
against Him before His face were cast from His presence directly to earth,
without birth, without any future or hope.
The plan of moral trial in physical bodies being rejected by them, they
could not participate in it. For those
there would be no bodies, no progression, no returning to the presence of God. Having lost all hope, damned, or stopped in
their eternal progression these became devils seeking forever the sorrow of
those who chose a better way. As if to
reach for a blistering balm in other’s suffering, they tempt us to rebel
against God here on earth and misuse all that a loving Father has provided to
His children.
One day near Hallowe’en, more than thirty years ago, I
thought to capture in verse something of the attitude of these unembodied
spirits towards us, who chose before our birth to follow the plan of the Father
as fulfilled by Jesus Christ, His Son. These
devils wish us no good thing, but evil and destruction continually, envying
every good thing with which God has blessed us, not the least of which are all
of the sensations and experiences that a physical existence in a physical world
can provide. They can see, but they
cannot touch. But they can speak to our
spirits, and they each day encourage us to follow them, which is what sin is.
Dance of the Damned
’Round and ’round and sing around,
Swirl the spinning sky with sound.
Twirling, grinning, spinning down
Franticly upon them.
Fill the earth and spread around,
Make the awful beauty frown,
Rip it down, infest the ground,
Though you cannot touch it.
Curse the bodies never known
’Till they’re thrown into a mound.
Bring them blind and blinder
still,
Swing the chain ’til you fill
All the world with sorrow;
For if we end tomorrow
They must die tonight.
Twist their sweet virginity.
Drain their new infinity.
Waste their pure divinity.
’Round and ’round, let song
abound,
Swirl the human soup around.
Stir them floating, bloating,
drowned,
Crowned with our iniquity.
1 comment:
I remember that poem. It's in the See of Glass book you made me for Christmas one year. This post reminds me of "The Screwtape Letters," which incidentally you read aloud to me over breakfasts during my high school years. Satan tries so hard to make us miserable. I once heard a fable about Satan's devils, where the basic point was how those who had become wicked needed very few devils tempting them. In the fable there are only three devils working in Las Vegas, but there were over a dozen prowling around an old, humble farmer, trying to do everything in their power to make him go astray. Great post. Very haunting, especially on Halloween.
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