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Topic: Like a Red Rag to a Bull (11/28/13)
TITLE: Bully For Me
By Judith Gayle Smith
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Hot white steam pouring from eyes, burning dry nostrils, choking lips, a smoky bitter taste of the epic blast to come. Stay away, I am dangerously smoldering, on the verge of exploding . . .
A nasty punishing demon lurks within my unprepared susceptible heart, eagerly awaiting your deft, masterful forefinger to push all my exposed buttons, inciting it to riotous possession of my ungodly temper. I am so red-hot stupefying hating life angry.
Stupefying, you ask? Yeah. Dulled but never boring. Anger dampened by chronic pain, exhaustion, self-righteousness. But oh, so deadly poisonous . . .
I have, can and will be insanely, savagely furious. Holy Spirit dont tell me otherwise. Off to the side with You. I have earned this blinding, uncontrollable bottomless rage.
What set me off this time? Who waved the infuriating scarlet flag, freeing me from Jesus loving control, hot and spitting, primed and armed for unholy blood baths?
I am so easily, hopelessly ensnared by my desperate need to tear, diminish, devour.
So glad you stopped by. For todays thrilling entertainment, I gleefully force my host to relinquish his lackadaisical tenuous hold on his Lords strength to deliver uncountable unseen blows on the instigator seeking my release and his ultimate death-dealing madness.
Cry one moment, screech the next. Inflict my tortuous pain on you, the detestable creature, prancing and waving that nasty, challenging little red flag.
I stand snorting, almost pawing the ground in my hunger for blood. Oh, I will definitely draw much blood in this encounter. You pierced me too deeply, too painfully with your silky barbed taunting.
All I see is red. Red is all I wish to see. Not my blood. Yours.
Feel my hate-fired rage. Come close and feel the heat of my unleashed slashing fury. Just take one little step.
Surprised by my reaction? Why? You knew the right buttons to push, and when. Think I have lost strength and passion since our last go-round? You are a most foolish unrealistic mortal. I may have wings, but I lack a halo. I choose to vent, cause excruciating pain, and torture you with the hot venom of my unrelenting hate.
This human host I inhabit is so easily manipulated. Just get him a bit intoxicated with Jesus fervor no Scripture needed. Let him casually lean on his weakened weekend faith instead of living holy, righteously as Jesus did. Keep him far from the deeper truths, truths that speak of the unspeakable - of me. Yes, demons do exist. Just ask me. There is so much I want to teach you.
Why attack this poor dumb fool? Well, he started it, playing with spiritual matches. I comfortably sit inside this anguished soul, waiting for a spark to ignite. Then the ungovernable fun begins . . .
Hot tempered? You have no idea . . .
My host is such a weak, sappy soul. I am the one whose razor-sharp claws screech unrelentingly against his sad little unsaved heart, causing unendurable agony and suffering.
Many fear attacks from little green or grey men from outer space hah! Thrill yourselves with gruesome vampire love tales, and oh I am so scared famished zombie movies. Beware that full moon and the urge to throw back your head and miserably howl. Better look within your own sweet little heart for the true monster . . .
Better to coax me out with Gods Word than to engage me in open battle with your flimsy little red flag . . .
What? You dare to fall asleep as I spew my vitriol? Oh, do fear - I am thirsting for you, my suspecting, unprotected friend.
Voice of reason . . .
The only red flag to wave at demonic fury is the blood of Jesus, the Christ. We have no other hope, no other salvation. Do not take His empowering grace lightly. Cry out for Him when tempted to sin against God. Satan knows the Scriptures better than we do.
Dearest Holy Father oh how very much we need You. Thank You for Your precious Son Jesus, the Christ, our Messiah. Horrific battles rage within us, and we are unable to stand against the wiles of the devil without Your protective armor. You have won the eternal battle; we must realize that our only hope, strength and courage is You. Hallelujah.
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