conversation with a satanist

Had a conversation a couple days ago.

With a "satanist."

Yep, that is what I said. No mis-spelled word here. And this person is my next door neighbour.

So, what occurred you may ask?

Let me tell you.

I had just finished praying with another man in my "apartment." Actually, it is really just a room. But I like to think of it as home during this time of my life.

Anyhow, I had the door open, as I always do, when I am praying, singing, or just relaxing. It allows other men from the building to come in and just relax, talk, or share what is on their minds. If the door is shut, it is common knowledge to not bother me, as those times I am usually studying.

Standing in the doorway, my neighbour asked if he could talk with me.

Certainly! I like to have conversations with many different types of people.

He went on to say that he was getting tired of hearing about all this "Christian" talk in the building, and wanted to know if I would kindly close my door when praying or singing. He did not want to cause me trouble, or put a damper on what I do. He was just tired of hearing about it all.

The Word of God is offensive to those who do not want to hear it.

Of course, my answer was...

Not. No.

What was the question again?

I explained that when you love somebody you want to talk of them. Your wife. Your children. Your Lord and Saviour.

So no I will not shut my door or be quiet.

He then went on to say that he would play his music louder, speak about satan more, make "noise" as he wanted .

Go ahead.

Then the conversation took a turn.

I asked him why he followed this particular philosophy.

His reply shocked me.

Satan had to teach God the right way to run the world cause God wasn't doing what he should. Hence, the reason God got mad and had satan expelled from glory.

Interesting take on passages from Isaiah and Ezekiel.

Found out he attended a Baptist church when he was growing up. Commented that there were too many hypocrites in "Christianity" to follow it.

By the time the conversation was over, we were shaking hands.

He was gone most of the next day. I must say that normally, he plays loud, hard, violent, mad type of music. This day, hearing the music through the walls, I realized something. It was not the hard angry music, I normally would hear. It was more like Kenny Loggins or Dan Fogleberg type of music. More easy listening kind of style.

Today he thanked me as I had told him about getting his ID card.

Thank you Lord!

You certainly are good!

Lord, we will proclaim you from the mountains, in the valleys, in the hallways, and even in a community kitchen. You are worthy to be praised, talked of and shared with all who come into our lives. 

You are Lord!