If I were the devil manipulating politics!

I would pretend to be one of them and they will follow me anywhere. They would ignore all the clues that I was working against them.

All I would have to do is tickle their ears with the lies they love to hear and emotionally manipulate them so that they feel excited about what I have told them. After all, I have already been doing this in all the apostate churches.

They would not notice the clues that were not even all that subtle but would have warned them had they been alert.

After being indoctrinated in this way they would begin to refuse any criticism toward me that would enlighten them as to my character.

I would become an idol to them to the point where they would fight with their friends family and churches to defend me.

Even when a discerning friend comes along to warn them with facts that I am not what I claim they would dissolve the friendship rather than go to prayer to find out the truth.

They are more committed to their personal desires than facts. They are more committed to their candidate who says the things they like to hear than they are to God and his word. I could distract them from God to praise me!

I will come to them as an angel of light solidifying their resolve to defend me. I would use the words of God out of context to intimidate those who dare to question me. I would use their undiscerning friends to pressure them to follow me.

Many Christians will walk in fear of losing their freedom their stuff their pleasures, all I have to do is promise I can save all those things for them.

Now that I have played the devil's advocate let me tell a story that illustrates how the devil operates.

A man went to hell, the devil gave him three choices. The choices were behind three doors. When the first door was opened there were people standing in dung up to their neck. Just beyond their reach was a container of water. The could not get to the water.

The man shut the door and moved to the second door opening it he found the people sitting on a chair while the dung was up around their waist. There was no water to be seen.

The man came to the third door, opening it he found people sitting in a chair with dung to his ankles drinking a cup of coffee. The moment the man saw this he chose that door, it seems less miserable.

After the man chose that door the devil commanded the people in that room that the coffee break was over to get back on their heads.

The story sort of illustrates the message quite clearly that we cannot trust those who are controlled by the devil.

1MaryAnn Shaw