A thick and dreadful darkness came over me when I shook hands with Satan.
He had a firm grip and his hand was warm. For a moment I looked into his eyes and nodded my head. It was then that my heart began to pound and my breathing became shallow. I let go and began to fall backwards, but his grip remained firm. Just before loosing consciousness I felt my hand jerked from his grip.
When I awoke, I looked down at my hand. I remembered the warmth of Satan’s hand, but what I didn’t realize was the burning, devouring fire in his grip. What my eyes beheld as I saw my hand was hardly a hand at all, but rather a blistering piece of burning flesh.
I turned my head and saw a man. He looked very plain with simple brown hair, and dull brown eyes. He asked me if I was alright and I told him that I wasn’t sure. The truth is, I was terrified, but I didn’t want to admit it. His boring eyes looked concerned. He must have seen something in my face because he said, “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be alright.”
I asked this man who he was, but he didn’t answer. Instead he asked me a question, “Do you want to be healed?”
In that moment I thought that, perhaps, I had met this man before, though I knew not where. He reached out his hand to help me up, but I knew that I could not grip him with the appendage at my wrist. So I gave him my other hand, but he withdrew and said, “Do not be afraid. Do you want to be healed?” I hesitated for a moment. He extended his hand toward me again.
I lifted my arm and as I began to reach I no longer saw burning flesh, but instead a hand, my skin without blemish. I put my hand in his and he lifted me up. As I rose from the ground he was no longer a plain looking man. His face shone with radiance. It was this glowing face that I recognized, for it was those shining hands that had rescued me from Satan.
I stood by His side and He embraced me. His beautiful, caring eyes looked straight into mine and he spoke these words to me:
“I love you. Your faith has made you well. Let us walk together, so that you may sin no more.”
You wrote that, right? I really like it. Just when we think Satan has our hearts and has us in his grip, Jesus comes into our hearts and his blood frees us from Satan. Jesus brings us back home. And as we all know, there is no place like home in Jesus’ arms.