A Letter To You From Satan
I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores. You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn’t even bless your meal or pray before going to bed last night. You are so unthankful; I like that about you.
I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living. Fool you are mine. Remember that you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don’t even love you yet. As matter of fact, I hate you because I hate God. I’m only using you to get even with God. He kicked me out of heaven and I’m going to use you as long as possible to pay Him back.
You see Fool, God loves you and He has great plans in store for you. But you have yielded your life to me and I’m going to make your life a living hell. That way, we’ll be together twice.
This will really hurt God, thanks to you. I’m really showing Him who’s boss in your life with all of the good times we’ve had – we have been watching dirty movies, cursing people out, stealing, lying, cheating, walking in hypocrisy, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, back-stabbing people, disrespecting adults and those in leadership position, no respect for the church, bad attitudes, surely you don’t want to give all this up.
Come on fool, lets burn together forever. I’ve got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you. I like to say “thanks” for letting me use you for most of your foolish life. You are gullible, I laugh at you, when you are tempted to sin. You give in (ha, ha, ha). You make me sick.
Sin is beginning to take a toll in your life. You look 20 years older and I need new blood. So go ahead and teach some children how to sin. All of you have to do is smoke, drink alcoholic beverages, cheat, gossip, fornicate and listen and dance to the top ten (10) jams. Do all this in the presence of your children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.
Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I’ll be back in a few seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, live for God with what little bit of life you have left. It is not my nature to warn any one, but to be your age and still be sinning; it’s becoming a bit ridiculous. Do not get me wrong; I still hate you. It’s just that you’d make a better fool for Christ.
And if you really love me, you won’t share this letter with anyone.