Truth stands stalwart, capable, courageous. He exudes everything I despise.
My name is Dare and I pretend to be all he is. I wear my mask well and many times, those with whom I come in contact will believe anything I say, and do what I so cunningly suggest to them.
Even though Truth is always standing guard, people don’t often notice him because I’m a master at craftiness.
Let me give you an example of what I’m talking about. Picture this scene:
Two kids alone in a bedroom – a girl and a boy – around sixteen or seventeen. The door is shut, lights off, and aromatic candles are placed here and there around the room, casting shadows on the walls – a romantic scene to be sure. The perfect mood has been created. It’s time for me to whisper nudges toward fornication.
The kids are already connected in a lip lock. This should be easy.
Ease her back on the bed… it’s the right thing to do. Your hearts are already connected. It’s okay if your bodies are too, after all you’re going to be married some day.
Putting his hand behind her head, he begins to do just that…
I told you it would be easy…
“Hey! What are you doing?” The girl is squirming, trying to get away.
Tell her what I told you.
“I’m just doing what we both want… our hearts are already connected, so it’s cool if our bodies are too.” A grin is plastered on his face. His eyes are pools of desire.
“I don’t think we should be doing this… I mean I know we have a heart thing going on, but this… this is just wrong. I – I I don’t even think we should have done this…” she waves her hand toward the candles. “It’s not right for us to take advantage of my parents being gone like this.”
Uh-oh. Truth must be speaking to this girl… and if she’s listening, I’m a goner.
Yes, I am here, Dare. This is one young couple you won’t have your way with, you with your smooth talk and convincing ways. Be gone!
A brilliant flash of light blinds me and I’m forced into the abyss, until next time I can ply my craft and get someone to take my dare… I can still see what’s going on in the bedroom. Rage burns within me at what I’m witnessing and I feel my face turning red with fury.
The girl twists and wrestles her way from underneath young man, gets up, and staggers across the room, her anguish evident. She turns on the light and extinguishes the candles. Truth begins speaking, his face peaceful and calm in the midst of the turmoil in the room. It makes me sick to see such sappiness.
“Flee also youthful lusts: but follow righteousness, faith, charity, peace, with them that call on the Lord out of a pure heart.” Truth says in a gentle, yet firm voice. I want to puke.
I plug my ears, everything within me quaking at hearing Truth speak. Just as quickly I put my hands over my eyes, as I see the young woman bowing in submission to Truth, her face wet with tears, as the realization of what she was about to do washes over her in a wave of obvious mortification.
The young man slinks out of the room – his face a hard mask. It’s clear his heart hasn’t been touched by this display of emotion. Maybe I’ll get him in my clutches yet. I need to make sure he never has another chance to be drawn away to the Other Side. The girl, though, she’s gone to the side of Truth and the chances of getting her to listen to ‘ol Dare any more are slim to none.
Then again, I’ve seen Truth win more souls than I want to remember… especially when Christians are praying. I’ll have to make sure and distract those that would pray for the fool that just left the house…
Scripture reference: 2 Timothy 2:22 (KJV)
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