Friday, a noisy day filled with anticipation and anger. People flooded the streets demanding to have their say, demanding their rights to be heard, demanding from government that no one tells them what to do or believe.
The anger was roused by people walking through the mob whispering in their ears, “He wants to take your rights away. He wants to condemn you for all you do. He is full of ‘hate speech.’ He thinks He is God. What you think in your own mind is right and others should follow your way.”
So began the struggle between good and evil in earnest that day. Satan had a plan. God had a plan. Whose plan would win? Who would come out on top? Who would live and who would die?
The inciters ramped up the voice of the people until they raged about everything. They hated right. They hated anyone coming against what they wanted. They claimed their right was more right than anyone’s. The answer, death. Death to anyone who believed different. Death to anything who did not line up with their agenda. Death to this one so it would silence their consciences. Death.
So death it was, but not until he was punished. They beat him with words, and then they beat him with hands. They made fun of him. They ridiculed him. The more pain they caused and suffering he endured, the more lies they told and good things they mocked, the more powerful they felt. So they raged at heaven calling good evil and everything evil was good and permissible and evil reigned.Continue reading