Short Story: Lucifer

I gave you love – you wanted hate.
I gave you life- you wanted death.
I gave you Jesus – you wanted Lucifer.
I gave you freedom – you wanted slavery.
So, I gave you what you wanted and left you to it. Never speak of me again, cry out to Lucifer then.

I sat in the bedroom closest to the street in Madea’s house. There was Brenda watching me as I read the AID book published by the Watchtower Society. I read every reference concerning Satan and felt nothing. Meanwhile, with every reading of the scriptures Brenda was more and more euphoric.

I was curious. Here Elohim was showing me the heart of this person. All the times she cooked huge dinners, all the times she cut and styled my hair, all the times she competed with her young nieces and other sisters at the kingdom hall including her own big sister she proved that she was filled with evil.

She longed to be everything that she wasn’t:

She was wretched in mind, body, and spirit.

Why?

I don’t know but I believe it has something to do with a married man from her teenage years.

She has served Lucifer all of her life yet Lucifer could not deliver this married man to her. She has never gotten over this, poor thang. In every way, she has proven to be a foolish one and even all her sisters look and see that she is a fool and it amuses them.

Why?

These sisters have gone on to live their lives, and laugh at their own destruction. The sisters of self destruction. The sisters of abject failure. The sisters of death.

What do their brothers do? They see but say nothing.

This is no concern however, remember that everything is created through Jesus Christ and for Jesus Christ. Even the sisters of destruction, they are a source of comedy universally. If you have chosen life – embrace life. If you have chosen death – embrace death. Just as the Sun in no sinner for shining, Death is no sinner for doing as they are created to do, same for me and you.

Never speak to me again, cry out to Lucifer then.

Being what I made you to be is no sin

Know that I made you for Lucifer then.

I remove confusion from you and open your eyes forevermore.

See what you are and bind yourself to my will.

You did not make yourself. You will be what I made you to be and nothing else.

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For Bernard Wallace Bernard Wallace, Photographer