They can’t help it. It’s not on purpose. Most don’t even realize it.
Forty years later I can still hear my dad cursing the drivers who “spaced themselves perfectly” so he couldn’t pull out of our subdivision onto the main road. They always seemed to know when he was coming…
You’re late and a million little hassles seem to happen to make you even later. The keys are in the other pants, you’re out of saran wrap to cover the 3-bean salad for the potluck, and you put the list where? You never notice those things when you’re on time…
Right when you get to the part in your chat with a co-worker where you’re about to say, “and then I realized I was dead without Jesus,” another co-worker busts in the break room and blurts, “Guess what I just heard!” And stares at you till you answer…
You start to pray and your dog sits in front of you, glaring at you and barking for no reason. Or your neighbor fires up his pressure washer that sounds like a jet landing in the backyard – for an hour. Or the phone starts chiming. Or you start coughing (yes, you can be a toady, too).
Toadies of Satan can aggravate, but they don’t beat you unless you get mad, quit, or have your peace so disturbed that you act like a person who doesn’t believe there’s a God. Toadies are masters of making you think you get one shot, there’s no tomorrow, and that it’s all up to you.
Some especially sinister Toadies of Satan killed Jesus and the devil thought it was his big win – but the weapon used to execute the Son of Man (the cross) actually glorified Him and was the very thing used to instead defeat the killer. Touché. Satan never saw it coming. Some toadies grovel right off the cliff.
But most aren’t all that devoted. They’ll jump sides to go with a winner. They’re fine being toadies of developing grace and trust and patience and peace. It’s all part of the plan. Remember that next time you hear croaking.
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