it’s not the devil i’m afraid of, it’s me. i’m much more dangerous.
so often, we blame satan for things – he’s attacking us. he’s tempting us. he’s after us. if we’re not all prayed up, he’s gonna ‘get us.’
like the boogeyman.
‘the devil made me do it.’
do we really think we’re all that important? out of all of the things he could be worried about, do we really believe that satan is concerning himself with us? doesn’t the devil himself have better things to do?
seems to me that he’d be a pretty busy guy .
this past week i had a conversation with a dear friend of mine. the type of friend that has earned the right to speak into my life. we talked about some victories and struggles each of us have been facing
near the end of our conversation he said,
‘watch out for the crouching lion’.
‘a roaring lion isn’t very tactical. it’s the crouching lion on the hunt you need to look out for. be careful not to get caught up in anything.’
words worth their weight in gold.
peter the apostle said it well ::
‘your adversary, the devil, prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.’
seems to me the devil is pretty easy to spot. whether he’s wearing red tights and holding a pitchfork, looks uncannily like al pacino or is wearing Prada, he has a tough time hiding.
the sin that resides in the corridors of my own heart? not so much.
as God spoke to cain in the genesis narrative ::
‘sin is crouching at the door; and its desire is for you, but you must master it.’
beware of little things that lurk in the alcoves of your soul. they often go unnoticed. we ignore them.
and they’re a lot more scary than the devil.