Satan, the Magic Dragon
By
Camilla Smith
Last night while
watching the
evening news, I
felt my soul cry
out to God, “How
much more,
Lord?” A story
that ripped
through the
headlines also
ripped through
my heart as I
watched it play
out on the news
cast. More on
this in a
minute, I can’t
stomach it right
now.
Earlier in the
evening, I had
been watching
David Reagan’s
show,
Christ in
Prophecy.
The
topic? Spiritual
Crisis in
America.
Dr. Reagan’s
guest, Carl
Gallups, and
co-host Nathan
Jones were
discussing our
country’s swift
descent into
moral depravity.
This subject is
extremely timely
and relevant to
this period we
are witnessing
in these final
days before the
Lord pours out
his wrath on
America--for
that matter, the
entire world.
The crux of the
show was about
Almighty God’s
hedge of
protection being
taken away from
a country full
of people who
refuse to
repent—first
leading to a
sexual
revolution (the
1960s), then a
homosexual
revolution (the
1980s until the
present) then
finally, a
depraved mind
for society, or
the “anything
goes” mentality
(the present day
to the end of
the age).
Obviously, we
are in that
final
stage. Homosexuality
has been widely
accepted and
promoted in our
culture and is
now mainstream
and happily
tolerated.
But my friends,
our society has
gone way past
the stage of a
homosexual
revolution. I am
not recommending
you watch any
music channels,
but if you were
to do that you
would be
disgusted by the
open display of
bestiality,
necromancy,
witchcraft and
Satanism. Sodom
and Gomorrah
meets 2014.
It is nearly
over. I am
afraid the
United States is
about to be
pulverized into
piles of dust.
It may not be
with meteors and
fireballs like
God pulverized
the cities of
Sodom and
Gomorrah in the
Bible, but a
definite
crushing blow is
coming.
We may be headed
for SEVERAL
types of
judgment because
God has held off
his wrath for
decades now, and
the United
States has
continued to
build that
“Tower of
Babel.” Our
citizens and our
leaders have
eagerly kicked
Christianity and
the worship of
God to the
curb. It seems
as if those who
are legislating,
our conduct
cannot wash
their hands of
Christians
quickly enough.
And guess who is
there to provide
the soap and
water? That’s
right—Lucifer.
You know, every
once in a while
Satan just gets
in your head. I
heard a prayer
last night that
stated, “Dear
Lord, please
silence the
voice of Satan
in my ear.”
Boy, have I
needed to utter
that prayer this
week.
It all started
with a sermon
that I watched
last Sunday that
really rendered
me dumbfounded
and Satan has
been beating up
my brain ever
since. This
particular
pastor, whom I
have watched a
few times and
have grown to
like, was
warning people
about tying up
the “end times”
in a neat little
package and
feeding it to
the public. I am
pretty sure he
was talking
about a certain
theory--the
two-part return
of Christ, i.e.,
the Rapture
before the
Tribulation and
Christ’s return
at the end of
the
Tribulation. That
theory. He said
the subject has
been debated for
generations
(obviously); he
said focusing
too much on this
Second Coming
subject may keep
us from giving,
witnessing and
serving.
He said people
who are
preaching this
“relatively new”
theory (does
that make it
wrong?) are
ignorant of two
facts (yes, he
said ignorant—I
think this is
when my face
started to feel
flushed).
He said one fact
is that this is
a relatively new
(150 years)
theory and the
second is that
it is only found
in the
English-speaking
footnotes.
OK. I am not
convinced (based
on one
disagreement in
doctrine) that
this pastor is a
bad pastor. I
still like him.
I will still
watch him until
I can get
absolute
direction from
the Holy Spirit
not to. I
was hurt, maybe
a little
offended and
definitely
jolted out of my
comfort zone.
It is possible
that I only
heard part of
his sermon, as
the show is cut
to only about 15
minutes or so of
preaching.
But it bothered
me. And then it
bothered me some
more and it
continued to
bother me.
For me, and I am
sure many of
you, studying
the end times
has the opposite
effect.
The one thing
Bible prophecy
does NOT do, is
make me want to
sit idle.
It lights a fire
under me that
gets my
witnessing blood
pumping and
makes my giving
spirit more
generous.
So, I did not do
well with the
wet blanket
being thrown on
my “Blessed
Hope.”
And then,
you-know-who
(the evil one)
jumped in there
and started
scrambling
around in my
mind. Yes,
casting doubt.
That is what he
does. And
causing
confusion.
That is what he
does, too. So I
have been in a
bit of a
derogatory mood
this week,
fighting that
little spiritual
battle.
But the good
news is this: I
put on my whole
armor and I won
the victory!
Or should I say,
Jesus won the
victory, because
He pulled me out
of my funk.
He always does.
Why am I so weak
sometimes?
I guess it is
because Satan is
so strong. He is
like a wicked
magician who
uses smoke and
mirrors, lies
and deceit, and
any little
moment of
weakness and
doubt that he
can find, and
boy, is he right
there, ready to
take a few jabs.
I am not
minimizing his
power. If you do
not detect it,
it is even
harder to fight
it. Once
again—smoke and
mirrors. His
tactics are
shrewd and he
can be very
difficult to
recognize, can’t
he?
So back to the
news cast; two
nights ago, an
Amber Alert came
across the
screen for a
ten-year-old
girl in
Springfield, MO
who had
apparently been
kidnapped. And
there it was the
next night, 24
hours later the
horrible story
of what happened
to her.
According to
witnesses, this
precious
10-year-old girl
had been “picked
up by a man and
thrown into his
truck like a rag
doll,” and the
truck sped off
with her
inside. I can
only imagine
what happened to
this little soul
over the ensuing
hours, but
police found her
body in a tote
in the man’s
basement a few
hours later, a
bullet to her
head and marks
on her arms from
apparently being
bound.
This happens all
the time. We all
know the story.
You all most
likely know THIS
story, having
heard it on your
local station by
now. But as I
watched yet
another brutal
child murder
play out on the
evening news, I
couldn’t get the
apathy out of my
mind. There was
a coldness and
detachment with
which the story
was told, that
is. It seemed as
though no one
wanted to face
what had
happened. The
smiling
newscasters kept
talking about
going on
Facebook and
remembering this
little girl and
getting on
Twitter and
“Tweet your
support for this
little girl.”
Even, “Turn your
porch light on
in support of
this little
girl.”
It made me feel
literally
sick. This child
had just
suffered a
heinous and
violent death
and we are
talking about
Facebook and
Twitter.
How does one
“support” a
little girl who
has just been
viciously
murdered by a
maniac? How can
we pleasantly
talk about
remembering this
victim as the
obligatory teddy
bears and
candles are
being piled in
her yard? I
cannot imagine
how these
newscasters were
not absolutely
sobbing. I don’t
know, but the
whole thing made
me want to
vomit.
Have we become
so desensitized
to violence and
these kinds of
stories that we
immediately have
to jump on
Twitter to help
us deal with it
all? I’m sure
these reporters
were just as
sickened by this
story as I was,
but there seemed
to be a veil of
denial thrown
over this entire
incident and the
telling of it.
Where was the
outrage or at
least, why was
there seemingly
no emoting of
shock?
Does Facebook
have some sort
of tranquilizing
effect?
And that is what
I am talking
about. Satan,
that wretched
dragon from the
abyss, is
blowing his
putrid smoke out
of his nostrils
and it is
penetrating our
senses like some
form of
repugnant,
paralyzing
incense.
He is
essentially
choking the life
out of us. So
now we have to
“smile” and
“celebrate” this
little girl’s
life and how
wonderful she
was. Let
me emphasize
“she was.” She
is gone. No
doubt she was a
bright and
beautiful
child. No doubt,
her life should
be
celebrated. But
right now, I am
enraged by the
senselessness of
it all. And I
want to stay in
that moment of
disbelief and
anger and
convince myself
that this will
ward off another
such
atrocity.
But I cannot get
past what
happened to her.
What kind of
beast would do
this to a little
child and why
are we not
focusing on
that? Is it just
too much of the
obscene for our
little pickled
minds to handle?
I know it is
politically
correct not to
talk about the
killers anymore
and only focus
on the victim,
but WHEN ARE WE
GOING TO START
LOOKING AT THIS
FOR WHAT IT IS?
It is EVIL
INCARNATE—SATAN
IN FULL
END-TIMES
REGALIA!
It is almost
like he has put
on his ensemble
of evilness and
is parading
around like an
in-your-face
banty
rooster. Satan’s
mission is being
accomplished on
a daily basis
and we are so
dumbed down that
we just shake
our heads and
nod, and say
“Oh, how sad.” How
can you defeat
an enemy when
you can’t even
identify it?
I have such
disdain toward
Satan for
possessing this
man long enough
to do what he
did to this poor
child.
Whatever method
Satan used to
work his black
magic on this
killer, be it
through
pornography,
sexual
addiction,
drugs, alcohol,
or any of the
myriad of evil
that manifests
in human beings,
it is
excruciating.
The dragon, the
beast, the
serpent, the
evil one, the
adversary, and I
will not even
bother to list
some of his
“names.” I am
just ready for
God to mop the
floor with him
and cast him
away into
blackness and
torment
infinitely. That
would make me
happy.
I wrote this
article when I
was in a bad
place, having
come off a
spiritually
taxing week, and
ending with this
inexplicable
crime of
insanity against
an innocent
darling child. I
fully expect
another satanic
assault coming
my way for
writing down my
thoughts.
Maybe throwing
some hostile
verbiage at
Satan was
therapeutic for
me. I will be on
alert though.
I will also be
suited up.
In the meantime,
I can take
comfort in
knowing that I
feel this
child’s precious
soul is with
Jesus in
Heaven. I am
praying for
that. I can take
comfort in
knowing that the
Lord’s strength
helped me defeat
a very small
part of a very
large foe this
week. And I can
take comfort in
knowing that
many of you have
had similar
spiritual
attacks and have
fought the good
fight with
nothing but the
blood of Jesus
as your weapon.
So here it is—a
fairly daunting
picture of the
world in which
we live. The
darkness is
closing in.
I will focus
more on that in
a future article
if I can
maintain the
guts to go
there. For now,
this world is
run by the
prince of
darkness. But
things are about
to change. I can
hear the sound
of a mighty
rushing wind,
and I will
choose to focus
on the words
that I begin my
prayers with
every morning
and every
night—“Lord, I
know you are
coming for us
soon!” I’d
bet my life on
it.
Camilla
Romanns116@gmail.com