Club Sandwich (2012)
“He triumphs, souls writhe in torment, and all because of him … Him … HIM!
But these days, now that I gather in the years to my heart and have seen heartache as it ages, I think Satan laughs hardest at the quiet moments of humankind, those times when a person fails to recognize or receive the lavish grace and mercy sown his way. And there one sits at one’s kitchen table alone, silent wreckage all around, lives destroyed or at best limping along. And nowhere to go from here.
Yes, I’m convinced Sa...tan’s laugh rings like a bell in the eerie quiet of destruction. He declares in smug satisfaction, “I have destroyed this person. I have taken the image of God within her and crushed it beneath my heel.”
He’ll have to stop laughing soon enough. Nobody wanders past redemption when God still loves us.
The alarm clock buzzes, and I quickly stifle its voice. Five thirty already. My column awaits. Rusty sleeps peacefully, and I let him slumber on. He’ll have the kids all day.
I slip on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, pull on some socks, and after setting the kettle to heat, I fire up Old Barbara.MoreLess
But these days, now that I gather in the years to my heart and have seen heartache as it ages, I think Satan laughs hardest at the quiet moments of humankind, those times when a person fails to recognize or receive the lavish grace and mercy sown his way. And there one sits at one’s kitchen table alone, silent wreckage all around, lives destroyed or at best limping along. And nowhere to go from here.
Yes, I’m convinced Sa...tan’s laugh rings like a bell in the eerie quiet of destruction. He declares in smug satisfaction, “I have destroyed this person. I have taken the image of God within her and crushed it beneath my heel.”
He’ll have to stop laughing soon enough. Nobody wanders past redemption when God still loves us.
The alarm clock buzzes, and I quickly stifle its voice. Five thirty already. My column awaits. Rusty sleeps peacefully, and I let him slumber on. He’ll have the kids all day.
I slip on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, pull on some socks, and after setting the kettle to heat, I fire up Old Barbara.MoreLess
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