If I were not a Believer in Jesus, an encounter yesterday with an agent of Satan, would convince me. I was walking my dogs along a trail in neighboring Santee. The north side of Cowles Mountain is a way much less traveled than the popular route and more scenic. I happily walked uphill paralleling a small stream, when something straight out of Hell bit me. Comet and Dexter turned to look at me, in fear, as I smacked at my temple, tore my hat from my head, and was screaming in fury and pain.
I tried walking on more urgently, getting away from whatever else might seek my blood. But the burning pain convinced me I had enough of Nature for one day. And I needed to pray. If Satan created flies, that certainly means that God created everything else. And as much as I hate flies, particularly biting flies, I want to be with the one that promises no more tears – and no more flies – for Eternity.
4 ‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Revelations 21: 4 (NIV)
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