Mugg converses with God

Malcolm Muggeride in conversation with God:

And you… I never caught any glimpse of you in any paradise, unless you were an old shoe-shine man on a windy corner in Chicago one February morning, smiling from ear to ear. Or a little man with lame legs in the immigration department in New York whose smiling patience as he listened to one immigrant after another seemed to reach from there to eternity. Or whoever painted the front of the little church in the woods at Kliasma near Moscow, painted it in blues as bright as the sky and whites that outshone the snow. That might have been you. Or again in Kiev, at an Easter service, when the collectivization famine in the Ukraine was in full swing. . . newspaper correspondents were telling the world of the bursting granaries and apple-cheeked dairy maids there. What a congregation that was, packed in tight, squeezed together like sardines. I, myself, was pressed against a stone pillar and scarcely able to breathe, not that I wanted to particularly. So many gray, hungry faces all luminous, like an El Greco painting and all singing, how they sang, about how there was no help except in you. Nowhere to turn, except to you. Nothing, nothing that could possibly bring any comfort except you. I could have touched you then. You were so near… It was strange in a way that should have found myself nearest to you in the land where for half a century past, the practice of the Christian religion had been most ruthlessly suppressed.”

Satan’s seeming peak, at the Cross, was actually the crippling blow in a downfall that will culminate in him being hurled into the lake of fire (like Sauron’s ring). Again and again in Scripture we see a Lord who enjoys “catch[ing] the wise in their own craftiness” (Job 5:13), frustrating and mocking their evil schemes. “And the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord and against His Anointed, saying, ‘Let us break their bonds in pieces and cast away their cords from us.’ He who sits in the heavens shall laugh; the Lord shall hold them in derision.” (Psalm 2:3-4)

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