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Topic: First World Problem (04/17/14)
TITLE: Jagged Rocks
By JK Stenger
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I was hiding behind his back; completely out of sight.
His strong, muscled body was hiding mine which, compared to his, looked fragile and weak. But that didn't matter. I was covered and that was all that mattered.
No one knew I was there, except of course the Master.
He knew. And I was waiting for His signal.
I chuckled. This was going to be good.
I glanced from behind his back.
There was the accuser.
He was creeping out of the darkness with an ominous grin on his unpleasant face. He glared at the Master, but seemed oblivious to me. Seeing the Master probably distracted him.
In my hand I was fingering a big, jagged rock. I was ready.
Just waiting for the word.
Suddenly I heard the Master say: "Now!"
I took aim, I swung my arm and threw that stone forcefully in the direction of the Accuser.
It was a direct hit; right on his head.
He yelled. Curses were streaming out of his mouth and fury was written all over his face. I quickly hid behind that strong, muscled body again. The Accuser hadn't even seen me.
“Did you throw that?” he cried while he looked in shocked disbelief at the Master.
"I didn't think you would do such a thing!"
"I didn't," answered the Master calmly. "I didn't throw it. I don't need to throw rocks at you. But My children do throw them!"
"It's not fair!” hollered Satan, while he felt the bump on his head with a bony finger. "Your children are always hiding behind you, so I can never touch them. You are covering for them."
"That's true," said the Master. "That way they are safe from your dirty tricks."
"And I thought you were all for justice," squalled the Evil One in disgust. "As soon as I turn my back that kid of yours will probably throw another stone at me."
"He may," said the Master with a grin. "Who is to know?"
The Accuser was boiling. His face was red. His blood pressure was rising fast to a dangerous level and he was furiously waving his fist at the Master.
"I will get these children of yours. I will be on the lookout for them. I will lay traps. I will persecute them. I hate them all…" He was spitting out the words so fast, he almost stumbled over his own words while his voice missed a pitch.
Then he turned tail and retreated in the darkness.
I must admit I was a little shaken by the furious outburst of Satan and his angry words. Traps? Persecution? I don't like trials. Maybe I should not have thrown that rock after all. You know, for the sake of peace.
But what peace can there be between light and darkness?
And had the Master Himself not encouraged me to throw it?
I decided to ask the Master.
"He was really angry, wasn't he?" I timidly asked.
"He was. He certainly was." The Master smiled.
"But what about all the things he said?" I continued. "I don't like to be persecuted. After all, that ugly fellow does seem a lot stronger than me. I wouldn't like to meet him in a dark alley some day!"
"Then don't meet him alone!" stated the Master.
He looked at me with a gentle smile. "That's why you should let me cover your back all the time."
Then he looked pensive and said: "Sometimes I do allow him to cause you difficulties. It shapes you; it deepens you and helps you to stay closer to Me. But in those cases you must remember that I gave you a promise:
'Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the Lord will deliver him out of them all.'
"All?" I asked.
“Yes…All. Not one excluded.” The Master looked serious. “I've got you covered every single time! You have to understand that to Me, the problems the Accuser gives you are no more than a First World Problem. Who can harm you when you are under My wings?”
I grabbed the hand of the Master and we walked on, my Master and I.
And while we were walking I spotted a couple more jagged rocks. Good ones; just the right size. I quickly put them in my pocket.
I want to be ready, the next time I see that ugly face.
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