One of the ushers, an older gentleman, greeted me at the sanctuary door. We struck up a conversation, exchanged pleasantries, and he handed me the morning’s program. After a few minutes, he said something to the effect of, “You look like someone who’s been around the world.” He knew I’d spent time outside the United States. I assented. “You know who the Bible says roamed around the world?” I paused. This was from the Book of Job. Then it hit me.
It was Satan.
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